Aura of Mystery

can’t you see
this aura of mystery
you cast me in?
like smothered steel
too cold to touch
too hard to feel
and this borealis of cobalt
that shivers and shines
in shades of silver blue
tiny patterns of fractal randomness
you seem intrigued
by the absence of routine
I look to you in wonderment
wondering what you see in me
what differs me
from the rest of the mass media culture of mayhem?
the insanity of being sane
in this saneless world of scars and pain
I have no tears for the lost
since I have lost all that I cared for
and the riots in Israel and the hunger in Taiwan
all proves that it doesn’t matter if I move on
to where? to here?
back to the arms that ripped my heart away
no matter
this body of bruises
that forms the shell of me
that is the hell of me
has no more feelings left at all
emotionless, hopelessness
there are no more dreams in the end
of this aura of mystery