Disclaimer: This poem is dead, please feel free to read and disregard
The dead seeker
I am a person who was born dead
Oh the lies of thinking I’m alive
I never feel, only felt, never smell only smelt, I see nothing
My knowledge is memories expired
My future projected, the past reflected
I’m a painting on canvas inanimate, bloodless, life revealing new colours
Living never knows it is living, the dead experiences itself as living, the living experiences itself as dead
My questions expired, creating answers deceased
Every thought is dead, empty words and empty phrases
oh let me take out the trash
I cannot die to this great lie, that I am alive, for I am already dead
I am the dead seeking life, only to be dead and not have any experiences ever again.