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Ravens on her Mind
So you have nothing to lose?
The lethargy of a mind´s blues.
You are dead, although you are walking.
You are dead, in spite of your breathing.
Infliction gripping the neck tighter, like a noose.
Confirming existence with knife´s abuse.
It seems so senseless, going around in a tread mill.
Catching an inkling of darkness.
You are dead, notwithstanding the fact, you´re talking.
You are dead, even though you are seeing.
Whispering voices, a thought so relentless.
Don´t hold back, lower your resistance and become defenseless.
You are dead, despite that you´re feeling.
You are dead, albeit you´re hearing.
You´re not living. An obvious conclusion - you have nothing to fear.
Life is not for the fearful. Always treading lightly, always so careful.
You are dead, even if you are perceiving.
You are dead, no matter that your heart is beating.
The fearless don´t avoid their sedimental surfaces, and start digging.
So why not flip the coin, get cracking, and start a living?
You are not quite dead, because you´re crying.
You are not quite dead, because you´re always smiling.