aren't we all zombies,
in reality, dead.
but still alive and roaming earth,
only feeding on others,
living nourishment
which you and i
used to possess
but lost
YOU ARE READING
the morning after
Poesíaand everything changes the morning after, right? // highest rank - #108 in poetry
"zombies"
aren't we all zombies,
in reality, dead.
but still alive and roaming earth,
only feeding on others,
living nourishment
which you and i
used to possess
but lost
