This heart has no voice.

How to express it.
The flurry of blows and emotions.
Though the surface appears neutral.
We´re not alone...
I´m not good at guessing.
It´s another one of those frightening choices.
This heart has no voice.
Cutting the lust from the love like...
The fat off the prime meat.
And how it builds my appetite.
Much left lacking.
Feelings are deserters who once served my soul like an army.
This heart has no voice.
Robbed of faith and compassion.
Someone warm must restore it.
Seems like I´m powerless.