Walking Corpse
The sun is shining
Yet there is thunder in the sky
Pain is in the air
And drops are on the pavement
My spirit comes spiraling down
And crashes into the earth
The contents scatter
Scavengers devour the remains
Basking in the nutrients of my soul
Now I am nothing
A walking corpse
Taking up space
I go through each day as a zombie
Numb, unaware of all pain
I hear them talk
But am unaware of what they are saying
Should i care?
I choose not to
For I am just a walking corpse
No purpose in life
Created only to fall into the hands of death.
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