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.
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Author:
Tommy Dingo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2025 04:46
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