Limbic System Numb

Limbic System Numb

She looked out of her window into the fog that swept over the empty streets

As empty as her heart

She looked out of window into the bleak reality

Of love

The kind that loses itself in a glass labyrinth, swinging hammers

She has a wedding cake saturated in blood

And a dress drenched in tears

He was never really present, but only he was--just a long and lonesome glare

Disapproving of her greatness-to him she was worthless

She looked out of her window, except she saw nothing because nothing was there.