Less

I'm not sure if I feel in the same way I used to...
         I feel, I do
  But, it's less... 
              LESS raw
               LESS real....like a perpetual dream 
Pain feels dimensions away
Maybe because like with anything your body adapts
             just like your hands
                         your heart calluses over so that it can no longer be rubbed raw
                                to the point of blisters
Darkness cools my boiling veins; my heart reduced to a small statue on display
                                  frozen in place
                                          cement walls erected; casting out the light
A heart made of concrete cannot beat; instead it lays stagnant in the chest cavity 
    causing veins to prickle with ice
Numb, empty, sunken.....nothing