Haunting

Just a little bit further.. few months should be enough.. I'm almost dead... few further months and it will be done... Suppressing the traces.. every single trace... all the remaining scraps of feeling... Obtaining finally a piece of ice instead of the heart...
And even if I improve myself... it is still haunting me ... even broken drunk and jagged... it is still haunting me ...more and more...
Loosing the slightest sens of emotion... Unconscious.. mineral... not even feeling the smallest desire, nor the smallest fear, nor the slightest pain...
And Although I improve myself... it is still haunting me.. Even knowing that I'm wrong, it is still haunting me ...more and more..
Alive but dead... just an empty body with a shallow mind... no longer caring at all about your absence that is tearing me.. about your body going into hers, his body in mine, my body and yours...still haunting me.. still killing me.. more and more...