my thoughts are dead
my soul is a ghost
inside a living zombie

my brain is dead
the brain cells are dead
from not thinking for a millennium

my mind is made up of half truths
they are lies.
but they are half truths.

for they are not truths,
and if they are not true,
they are lies.

my soul is lazy.
just wanting to sink in my puddle of tears,
sea of pity,
pool of problems.

slowly
drowning

sinking to the bottom
where i will never unravel
the tangle
of my thoughts

my skin are rags
concealing my death

it's why i wear black everyday,

because i want
to attend
my funeral

i think my thoughts should be convicted of ******.
my feelings deserve to go to jail.
my problems should be arrested,
the shoulders of my frail body
bending

underneath the weight of the world