A Walking Corpse

December 31, 2013

I walk around like a zombie.

A reflection of a corpse.

Like Im in a body thats not mine.

A body depression has invaded.

Im a reflection of a corpse.

So numb and dead inside.

Not being able to feel.

Trapped in a body.

That once used to be mine.

Now its like its someone elses.

Im a walking corpse.

So very dead inside.

As numb as numb

Number than Ice.

Depression has over road.

And overtaken me.

Its made me like a walking corpse.

I may aswell be dead.

Thats how I feel inside.

A excellent resembalence

Of a walking corpse.

Mabey I can fight it

But that I very much doubt.

I have had to fight to many demons.

One more I cant fight this yet.

Im a walking corpse.

Dead inside.

A marvolos resembalence.

Of a walking corpse

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