The dead seeker

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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.