Living Corpse
The knotted brown hairAnd bloodshot hazel eyes
The rum on his warm breathe
As he exhales
This is the imagine of a dead man
He's died more than once
He'll die a thousand more times
This is the imagine of a dead man
He wore that shirt 3 days in a row
He's stopped shaving
He's stopped cutting his hair
He's given up on caring
Cause he has no one to impress
This how a corspe lives
He'll wake up and die
He'll fall asleep into temporary death
This how a corspe lives
It's the moments between
The highs of the weed
The lows of rum
It's there he finds comfort
In the numbness of life
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