The Story Of Flesh

Barren of love, Barren of emotions
I don't remember when I was alive
When I last got a warming hug
When someone called me by name
Every night a vulture feeds on me
On my alive body but dead soul
It touches me, It hurts me
Do whatever he wants to do
I just lay down cursing none
As the four walls witness all
That how to satisfy my hunger
I forced myself to satisfy theirs.