She's the dead man
the dead girl to the outside world
she's the walking dead
closeted in hell
the world should have stopped
back in 2013
a new year didn't blossom
it went from wilted to dead
within a matter of days
she's dead
nothing to revive
why fight for her life
she doesn't need saving
she's tired of being
the cure in her life
fighting sickness and threats
broken hearts and soul destroyers
she's done
an empty shell
don't wait for her to die
she's already dead
yes that pretty face
wide smile
blue eyes
it's like a robot
programmed daily
more sleep now required
needed to help the dull
aches that curse
her bones and body
stop the fight
stop the world
for one second
the dead man is done walking
he wants to get off too.

© Sia Jane