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Living Dead

Between the Lines

By UniquePoetPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I am drowning

But yet, I can't seem to die

I am drowning

In a puddle of my own tears

Holding on to love

(of some sort)

Sometimes there is no such thing

As recovery

So let's save what we can

Before my destruction begins.

I'm shutting down

Slowly my end nears

The music torments and soothes

How it does both, that is unknown

I breathe and for a moment

Living is what I'm doing

but then a realisation sets in

I am not alive

More of a dead man walking

Bones but no soul

Flesh but no heart

I am dying, falling apart

happiness is with him

and when he leaves

It walks out the door.

I'm breathing through

Corrupted lungs

the church bell rung

and Time slows down

A timeless Dance

Memories trapped in bliss

I skip off in a prance

Never am I missed

But I always cry.

I miss the old me

(well not really)

I miss me who never knew the truth.

I'm just flying blind.

I am dying not yet but soon

'Til then I am a living dead.

Talianna

The Dark Lady

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