Golem Poem by Tor Silvertongue

I step through these streets,
Trying to find myself.
My heart is gone, my life is empty.
My soul is lost, my love has died.
The layers of terra-cotta and steel
Serve as the prison for the emptiness inside.

I tried.
I tried, and I cried.
Tears cutting jagged lines,
To be filled with warpaint.
Screams gives way to a cold rage,
The fire has died.
I have died.

These stone fists held love,
Now they wish to remove weakness.
These broken nails tear at my flesh,
Ripping to bone, severing nerves.
Removing the pain,
Removing the loss.

When everything is lost,
What are we?