i walk aimlessly, destination nowhere.
i hide beneath the shadows of the sun.
i taste of the dead,
for this is what i am.
stares aren't as comforting as the beatings,
and life is less comforting then death.
born dead to this world,
i continue to rot.
are there more like me?
or are we also oblivious to the dead?
death fills my mind, eyes and heart,
i long for death once again.
old blood lingers in my mouth,
cracking lips.
with death brings life and with my funeral brings my
birth.
my birth of life: death equals life.