I walk around like a fucking zombie
I want to know why mortality is so special
I pour myself into everyone around me
I ensure they thrive
Grow into the most beautiful versions of themselves
I'm tired of sacrificing and decaying
I've become the walking death of me
I watch this world
Never fully absorbing its entirety
After all once I'm all rung out like a forgotten sink sponge
You might as well send me down the drain and turn on the switch
At this point I have nothing left to give
My heart so empty it starts to take revenge on my brain for thinking it's okay to allow all it's sacrificed
I don't know about you but if I saw a zombie stumbling around in my life without another drop of life to handout
I would drop it to the ground on the spot
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
