I am living
But still
This grieving zombie
Whom darkness won't let
Attempt to bask
In any form of light
Just incase
I betray the shadows.
I am breathing
Even though my breathing in
Only helps me exist
As this sunken pain won't let me
Try to co-exist
With calm or peace.
I am here
Just to make it clear
Even the dead can deny graves
For many a times
I can hear the grim reaper
Calling out
For my tired soul
To embrace the dark as home.
I am lurking
At the heels of the living
Seeking out
Where they draw the will to live
Or to believe.
I am fighting
For my soul to get a gulp of air
Society has me by the throat
Its claws sinking
By every second I choose to breath
Who will come to my aid
I wonder
If my own hand
Sides with them in fighting me.
Mood all over.
BQ.