I didn't make it.
I've died a long time ago.
I remember being alive
and it scares me so.
Now I'm a waking demon
walking among wolves.
I see your laughters & tears.
They are my entertainment.
There's a place called, "
After Death Before Dark".
I see you there but
you're so so far.
Is it me or the
lack of a spark?
For an ordinary day,
the fire that consumes us?
While alive.
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