Torchwood belongs to Russell T Davies, the poem belongs to Dancing Feather.
Numb
They've been dying in my mind
They've been dying in my hands
I saw them die right in front of me
and another right behind me
Their last words to me just a breath,
I think I'm going numb
Feathers gone so soft that all is left is air
I no longer recognize the smell of
your fading warmth-
your stiffened limbs-
the rotting flesh-
your lack of presents
...I think I'm going numb
All my actions I preprogrammed myself
Not feeling a thing on performance.
This scalpel I've put in your skin,
is all business
I have tired myself mentally beyond measure
My concerns only the last ripple from the drop
I know I must be going on
Even if no one I love is not
I think I'm going numb
My pace has been slow
I have lied down without realizing it
Waiting for someone to catch up
I know I'm going numb
Sitting here is just fine I think
and watch, not interfering
Not anything, just...
going numb
I close my eyes and see your return
Things I've messed up in I can retry again
But then I open them remembering this is no Disney film
No bloody parties, no fancy musical ending
I know I'm numb
It's all guesswork for my nerves now
I'm not interested in your pity
As it has never helped before
So I thought I might as well end this,
As abruptly as it might sound
I know I've gone numb
And I rather it not spread on to you