Dead Living
time to let go
dark clouds setting in
I don't want to, no
seems to be no end
thoughts scatter
weak gets weaker
don't know the matter
I get deeper
hunger for warmth
cravings swarm
starvs til fed
lingers til morn
oh how I dread
this long, cold, dark
living dead
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