We live in a world of pain and suffering
Our cries are silent and our bodies are numb
The lights dim by the second
But it’s not blind dark
I see your face
And I see your scars
We hide but are found by the guilt of our past
Why do we live like this?
Why do we live?
When you look up at me
They cover your eyes
We live as though we are dead
We are
The undead living
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC
We live in a world of pain and suffering
Our cries are silent and our bodies are numb
The lights dim by the second
But it’s not blind dark
I see your face
And I see your scars
We hide but are found by the guilt of our past
Why do we live like this?
Why do we live?
When you look up at me
They cover your eyes
We live as though we are dead
We are
The undead living
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