Saturday, April 22, 2017
The Living Dead
Among fears,
One is for real
The soul stops breathing
The heart stops beating
Nothing left
To the living dead
I don't beg for an apology
I don't beg for a company
For I feel no guilty
I feel no beauty
Nothing left
To the living dead
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