Dead Man
He is dead; without life, breath or soul.
He doesn't know anything is wrong, going about his routine all day long.
Barely a whisper of a man is he.
Standing there being seen, but not for his invisibility.
How can a being be so alive while in death?
How can one who anticipates good things be so full of dread?
Giving into the one the you thought you needed in your head.
You prove once again: "The body without the Spirit is dead".
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