Lifeless
A daily routine of a empty corpse.
She wakes up wondering why she still has a pulse or a heart or a brain, when no emotions inhabit them.
She walks on empty hopes praying that she may fall to the ground and die.
Yet no murcy kill is in order, she is to suffer.
Tear ingraved in her eyes but no feeling to attach them to.
Yet she understands what suffering is and she know she is.
She tell the world it wins and with one swift motion she impails her self in a vital organ and dies instinatiously.
A smile finnaly pained her face.
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