Of Rejection

It hurts
That every breath takes me
A little too close
To the grave
It hurts so that
It feels cold and
It's numb somewhere inside
-Heart so unwilling to beat
Blood so restless it crusts-
And those fingers
-so numb, so numb-
They cannot grasp rejection
They cannot hold it
-It pours down my cheeks and my neck, and it soaks me-
But my heart is still
Iddly pumeling, scortching the life
And the pain