I SEE DEAD THINGS
walking around with the mask of happiness faking the act of living ha ha charade you are I see the empty eyes mindlessly wandering through life black pits instead of pupils seeing only the fog of the damned I see creatures with dark minds completely void of the life giving light shuffling along their well worn paths mindless of where they go putting one foot forward at a time thinking they are walking the walk of the living I see the dead reflections in my mirror staring back black pits that remind me of a fucked up life and world I pretend to be living like all dark things do I see dead things every day as I shuffle on my well worn path getting momentary glimpses of a truth that says the dead things are me ha ha charade you are |
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