Touched without feeling

Her soul was produced
up from the depths
Skin white like ice
Hair black as death

A mimic of gentleness
swindle of emotion
I'll be the fool,
you play devotion

Eyes sharp as barbed hooks
Calculated deviance
Embracing the weak
makes a false alliance

A sea battered cliff
Gentle erosion
Lions on buffalo
A slow execution

Already weakened
Breaking my spirit
A slow process,
a fox-like tactic

Alien to empathy
Good friends with torment
Your skin it crawled
When heart was intent

You have my sympathy,
my pity revealing
regardless of damage
You touch without feeling