Of What Remains

A corpse that isn't dead
That somehow walks around
No sign of life in the eyes
Murdered but alive
Somehow I survived.

Skeleton with broken bones
Living in a haunted house
That isn't a home
Damage done, carnage complete
Walking away from the fires I've set.

No more relationships
No more family
No more friends
No more love
No more rage
I am of what remains.