Welcome to my home

I know a world where a black sun darkens the land and an oily rain arises from the ground to the sky.
Filthy stains of grey and black form a distressed landscape.
Twisted, sooty remains of what would once have been plants and trees compose a haunting scenery.
Sickened shades are skulking across wretched plains and burned soil.
Unnerving, disturbing noises numb all other hearings.
This whole world was built upon self-scorn.
In some distance, an unsettling, distorted, and perverted image of myself is visible.
Black tears perpetually creep out of its abysmal eyes and down its pale face.
Its mouth torn open to an endless scream of agony that makes ears bleed, bones sting and the skin shred off the face.

This is my realm, my misbegotten paradise.

There, I reside.

Feelings

I feel like I have ears / though I cannot hear
I feel like I have eyes / though I cannot see
I feel like I have hands / though I cannot touch
I feel like I have lips / though I cannot kiss

I feel like I have wings / though I cannot fly
I feel like I have legs / though I cannot run
I feel like I have hands / though I cannot hold
I feel like I have a heart / though I cannot love