Living The Death

You all close in around me like videogame zombies,

Stabbing me with the daggers of your cruel words, then turn away,

Leave me drowning in my own blood, suffocated by neglect.


Today you will tear me down, tomorrow you will destroy me.

The day after that you will force me into this haze of deadened emotion,

A dull ache, wandering from weakness to weakness.

Just another statistic in your army of living dead.


Mechanical creatures, triggers pulled like guns,

Spitting bullets, engraved scars, they never die.

Angels, skin and wings grafted from stones and diamonds,

A few pulses of blood embedded beneath it all.


Alive or dead??? Nobody really knows or cares anymore,

The human girl they once knew has been killed away.



The End

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