They walk but are unaware to the beautiful things around them

Their minds have been erased of the need to see beauty

Feel the warmth of someone

Hear the wind whispering in the trees

To cry out in pain

Their emotions have been shut off

And what has replaced this

Is an evil thing

Made of torture and despair

But the reality of their mistakes

Doesn't haunt them

Can't touch them

They are the touchers

They inflict pain so unbearable

It could take years to forget

They walk among us

You don't know who they are

They are the touchers

But cannot be touched