Pieces of life (Poetry)

Living Corpse

Working day and night

But still our souls are empty

Life is going on

We think time is plenty

Being a robot 

Our hair will turn grey

It's been a long time

Since we had a good day

To make a living

We sold our soul to the devil

Now life is boring and depressing

Which is a powerful evil

Don't give up on your dreams

 Before you lose your breath

Being a living corpse

Is worse than real death

Everyone does it

Because they need to survive

Keep your dreams alive

Or else your happy days will never arrive