Sunday, December 13, 2015

walking dead

Can they smell the rot that lies beneath my mask? I'm going through the motions, acting out what I remember. The truth is I can't feel a thing, and haven't for a long time. I've fallen to a million sins nobody would believe, I want to fight but I've already lost. I died the day she said "I do" to him instead. The world moves on and I'm the walking dead.