Numb now,
numb because of the feelings
i've built up
stuffed into this too small body
this too small heart

pinpricks,
running all over my arms
my cold stringy arms,
smelling like the home,
i wish i had

stranded,
on this deserted island
all the inhabitants have left
for they are afraid of the destruction
bound to come,
that is, 
the island of my mind

alone,
so alone,
because i know 
no one would be brave enough
to untangle the mess,
that is me.