THE APPEAL OF THE SOULLESS GIRL
Somedays I wake up
and I feel so dead:
so empty and so good,
because my soul isn't in my body.
Then I suddenly figure out
why I don't feel grief for me,
neither cry, I only beg,
I implore: “Don't come back, my soul,
better feel me empty without you,
than feel me dead when you're here.”
