No longer feeling empty
My insides rotting flesh
Not knowing who I am
The heart a moldy mess
No feelings or emotions
I feel so dead inside
My brain a mushy blob
My body not alive
Don't they notice the death-walker
That roams in their presence?
Do they look into my eyes?
These two dark holes,
So deep it pierces
through my cold soul.
Does it not matter,
wether I'm dead or alive?
If my body still pretends
To live and be alive.
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