You are dead.
Forgotten, lost, expired.
A ghost of who you were stalks deep within my head,
But the memory has faded.
Paper-thin, translucent, no-longer needed.
Your image rots away,
Your voice distorted.
Memories become hazy,
Forgotten to me,
Is it true you can still breathe?
If you're alive then I must be crazy,
You're a walking, talking zombie.
Never needed, never feeling,
What care should I have for you?
Dead, a ghost walking in your shoes,
Could pass right through me.
I wouldn't believe it
Any more then I believe that you exist.
All is forgetten that is now dead.
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