Death Virus
Would you believe
If I say I am a disease
And long ago I killed the sense which
Used to tell you that you are alive?
Though still you walk and do the chores of life
But you do not know that in reality
You are dead!
A sense works against a sense
Once I suffered from that disease
Now in me I taste death
While I remain alive!
Or play like a living
While I went dead !
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