Alive



Alive
Stuck in a world of the living dead
Standing still, watching them pass
Waiting for time to go by

Minutes pass as hours
Losing track of all time
Peering out of glassy eyes

Wandering through a jumbled mind
Yet there it makes more sense
As if there is a light at the end

Shouting until I turn blue
At the top of my voice "I am alive"
Soaked in the twisted knowledge that I really am here



© Edens Mount.
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