Living Dead
We're breathing
But not really
What's the point if your
Soul has faded
We're moving
But at stand still
Cause you aren't
Turning to a new page
We have empathy
But do we?
We'd rather record
Than help another being
We're living
But yearning
For the jokes of wealth
And sadly die
From that longing
Copyright © Qhurame Calliope | Year Posted 2020
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