A cadaver walks these halls,

A ghost with hollow eyes,

That grins and cooks,

And lives on lies.


A once-living human,

With a bright, sparkling face,

Who breathed love,

Exhaled affection,

And ran the good race.


But remains are all that’s left,

Only still imbued with breath,

The rise and fall of the chest,

Is poor evidence, at best.


The warmth of a human

A thermometer can’t tell,

And It’s hugging me still,

Leaving me ill,

Having It’s fill,

Stealing what’s left

Of my soul, of my step.


You’ll get a glimpse of how I feel,

You’ll spot a glimmer of this storm,

The dissection of a human heart,

Too broken to ever form.


A cadaver’s floating around my life,

Decomposition’s set in.

But the breathing still continues,

Only a matter of when.


And I’ve cried to God, to friends, to you,

I’ve prayed and prayed,

And prayed and prayed,

I’ve left and stayed.


The cadaver’s unfeeling

which just isn’t fair

Because I’m feeling it all

And It can’t even care.


It’s losing no one,

Oblivion It’s gain,

Regretting nothing
,
Driving me insane.


Sane enough to drive,

This cadaver is.

Barely alive,

But alive enough to live.


I know I'm alive

Because I care,

And oh I’ve prayed to God,

That that wasn’t there.


That I could slip away,

Into the veil of forget,

Be encompassed by the black,

Snared by stupor’s net.


Void. Blank.