When there is a hole,
Where your heart was supposed to be.
And yet you go on with your life in same pace
In a way, it is good!
Emotionless phase, it is good!
You don't hear your heart shatter, when hurt.
You don't feel your blood boiling, when angry
You don't feel knives piercing, when betrayed
And you don't feel euphorbia, when in love.
Just pure devilishly calm tranquility.
Peaceful numbness like you are deaf.
It's not black and white just plain simple white.
It's a white canvas with no texture of cloth,
With no smell of oil just plain white.
It's not cold, not warm, not wet, not dry,
Not blinding white, just dull ,
A life without soul.