A Walking Corpse
A body with no soul
Well maybe a soul, but not a clean one....
This one's tarnished...
Old and worn and full of holes
Stains from where regret gripped my conscience and wouldn't let go
The more i wiped the bigger the stains got
Don't really mind them so much now
People say I never had a heart
Thats not true....
I had one....
It worked fine....
But time took its toll
Lovers came and gone, and took pieces of it with them
What was once something whole, was now mishapen and grotesque
It made no sense to use it
Something as mangled as that could not possibly be of any use...
So I cut it out...
And buried it in my backyard, in hopes another one will grow
They say thses things take
I'm in no rush
I cut out my emotions too, and buried them beside it
Waiting til the time is right to unearth them
So far I feel fine....
In the physical sense
I suppose you can't really "feel" if you have nothing to feel with
Im not really living anymore
Just drifting
Waiting for signs of life from that little patch of dirt......
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