With tears inside unshed
I'm the walking dead
When did I stop living
Or have I ever truly lived
Unloved and unwanted
Yes I breath the air
Yes my heart beats
But death comes in many ways…
Blood still flows in my vein
I still feel pain
But no dagger is needed to pierce my heart
No knife needed to be sharp
No bullet from a gun need kill me more
I'm already dead
Death comes in many ways…
Imprisoned by fear
Afraid to live
Imprisoned by loneliness
With no love
Walking this earth
Breathing the air
My heart beats
But I'm dead just the same
Death comes in many ways…
~~Fiddler 03/25/2002
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