as dead as death can ever get,
the lazy day lays wimp...
I struggle to stay alive
in this death of time...
the soulless, lifeless zombie of moments, walk dazed..
and I watch everyone of them,
idling on this dullness, no tune, no rhyme...
my eyes open, not keen on any, but taking it all in...
as dead as death can ever get
the lazy day lays wimp...
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