Sat in a graveyard, time moves on without me. The world continues but I just watch it go by, stuck in a spectral state. Aging but not changing. My body ages, riddled with holes covered in moss and fungus yet my mind remains unchanged. No matter what I do I can't head forward I can't! I'm frozen forced to watch as everyone and everything moves on. Surrounded by rotting flesh, no matter what I do I remain unchanged marching ever closer to abyss.
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Poetry
PoetryIt's as deep, as I am empty. Wish I photographed the artist's name who had made this cover.
