Friday, 31 May 2013


Crushed, zombified, ripped out,
my body and my mind numb,
my limbs and back can't fight gravity no more.

Empty inside, my heart inexisting
my soul never tried

I do not know why I still breath
shallowly but enough to keep a pulse
But its beating doesn't mean I'm alive

Tired and destroyed all over again
and again and again
countless times since coming to life
dying slowly, sometimes violently
sometimes indifferently.

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