"Castitas" - Written 17/05/08

He trusts no living person,
His heart beats no heat,
He lets no lover inside,
No one beneath the sheets.
Nothing he says ever means much,
He feels apart, and out of touch.

His smile betrays his feeling,
No happiness passes inside.
He has no anger to control,
Nor sorrow for him to hide.
Hate has never been of interest,
And love has not come as of yet.

His work makes him proud,
He is an efficient machine.
No distractions break cycle,
Nothing ever falls between.
He smiles goodnight, then is gone
To bed, sleeps for the night, alone.