well here i am again
walking down this darkened street
my will is very little, the last string about to break
and i see blood stains bright red
now i once again wish that i were dead

i see beautiful roses as beautiful as can be
and i tried to go near them
but they wilted at the sight of me
i see they have the great gift of being dead

and i still wish that i could be also dead



death....

unfeeling...unknowing...unreal

i stay until my darkness reveals

little or no light

and i figure i must be evil



and so i sit and put my head in my lap

i started crying but ended upon a laugh

laughing through what seems immense pain

and slowly but surely i begin to go insane



i figure that everything that i touch dies

no more glimmer of life in my eyes

not quite dead, nor am i living

but i'm here

I'm the living dead--despise me.
 
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