Dead Man Walking
Blood runs cold through my vains,
emotionless smiles spread on my face,
each day passes in this timeless place,
I cease to exist in this space.
Though I move my legs,
step by step,
motions I make.
My skin may seem warm,
eyes may seem bright,
but I'm just a dead man walking,
fading from the world that surrounds.
I hide like a fraud,
keeping the world at bay,
not letting them discover,
there's nothing below.
Just bones decaying deep,
ashes are all that's left of me.
Just a dead man walking,
a charlatan avoiding disgrace.