I’m a walking Corpse,

I’m as lifeless as I look, but I still go about my day like a crook.

My flesh is rotten, rotten like a forgotten 100 years old egg. 

My walking corpse turn heads, 

I see how they stare at my leg. 

They want to get in my head, 

They want to see the cancer spread. 

Ate my body and soul like a bread. 

 

I know y’all wished death upon my name, 

I don’t really know what they have to gain. 

It’s a shame, people never really change. 

People don’t understand things that are strange, they will keep you in a cage. 

Some of y’all are soulless, sold your soul to the devil in exchange for some change. 

 

My corpse is devoid of skin and pitted by burrowing insects. 

Burn like an incense. 

People turned away from me because their stomach heaved, nostrils filled with the smell of rotting meat,

They couldn’t handle the heat. 

Without eyelids my milky brown eyes stared into the frozen sky while my lip-less mouth hung open.

Every part of me is broken. 

 

I watched myself lay on that cold ass floor, lifeless. 

Could barely see through the intense brightness, that might have caused my blindness. 

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched a bunch of fake ass people walk all over my body. 

I lay on my back, in a pool of blood that was almost dried and gave the room a sickly-sweet butchershop odor.

It gave me a cold shoulder. 

People start to miss you when you’re gone,

They start to remember all their wrongs.

They didn’t know their actions had caused me to bled, all the tears they made me shed.

No, they never once called to check on you while you were on this earth. 

They weren’t even there for you birth,

And now they cry like they’ve been there from the start. 

Knowing this really hurts my heart. 

 

Relax, I’m just way too deep in my imagination.

In case I failed to mention, 

I’m not dead yet, 

But my name is cadaver, I don’t believe we’ve met. 

Sometimes I think about the day I’ll ceased to exist, the day my body become deceased.

The day I finally become unresponsive.

Picture my stiff body as I give people the cold shoulder. 

The day I finally get to see who my true friends are when I lay blind, boundless, mute, and motionless.

I’m saying this emotionless because it’s the sad truth.

I’m still in my youth, so you know I got a bad taste in my rotten tooth.