Don't Ask

If a single touch could melt
I would have felt it
If a single word could cut
I would have bled

If a single teardrop could heal
I would be crying
If a single kiss could kill
I would be dead

But still I draw breath
Though my eyes see nothing left
Still I do not cry
Though my eyes are far from dry

Still I do not bleed
Though the sharpness impales me
Still I feel nothing
Naught but the stillness of death

And that is how I'll know
That it is time to say goodbye