The living dead
My time of death I don't quite know,
I'm still breathing but I was gone long ago.
Locked in the casket of a broken mind,
If I go any deep I'm afraid of what I'll find.
The skeleton of what I was was is gone a,
corpse of the lost me at every new dawn.
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