I feel no pain.
I touch a fire, but I feel no burn.
I drink poison, and nothing happens.
You may run me through with a sword, yet no heart can be pierced, for mine is gone.
Now only the sea can bring me harm to me.
And I am but a shell of what I used to be.
For all that loved me are gone.
The final day I felt love, was the final day I felt pain.
My final living day, when I died.
I may be alive now, but I am not living.
For I am now just bones-
Brook