Empty Bodied Person

Can you feel it?
Pulsing through my veins at a hundred miles per hour.
How can you claim to be alive when all you do is stand in line
You dance when the people say dance,
You're dead face starring only forwards, you don't seem to feel a thing
If you cut yourself would you bleed?
I'm not sure who you are, or what you are.
Never open in your eyes, the second time
Do you feel when the sun kisses your cheek
Can you know what I mean, why are you still starring at me blankly?
Perhaps you are not alive, just a simple shadow passing by
On the wall, all you are is the paint that eventually peals right off
Have you ever known what it is to love someone.
To put your arms around a best friend and lean on them?
Are you even capable of comradeship, or do you only work alone?
I pity you, you empty bodied person.
What it must be like to never feel emotion.
To never know what it is to cry.
Little tear drops tragically slipping down your face.
Can you never mourn or scream, or shout for joy?
How on earth can you still be alive?
There's a difference from being alive and living.
You my dear are simply living, or getting by.
But to be alive is to feel the rushing water,
The spirit in the mountain and the rain.
All I feel is pity for a being like yourself,
Someone who chose to float with the current.
All you'll ever know is how to say "Hey." or "Hello."
To a bunch of people you don't really know.