From our first breath we take,
Our graves have already been dug, our bodies against us as we silently oxidize.
Mentally and Physically unprepared because we are just wild animals running under the dull stars like chickens with our heads cut off.
No one really knows what to do, or who to follow, what is right or wrong.
We are slowly dying
YOU ARE READING
Feels Like We Are Dying
شِعرThis is just a bunch of mini stories with no plot but with a different meaning
