Not the kind Death Brings
More Numb than Anything else
A Naturally Forced Apathy
So I guess it is kinda like Death?
But Warmer, Definately Warmer.
Suspended in a Flesh Like Medium
Its almost like I'm Alive.
My ideas take Form and Substance in the Void
Characters, Plots, Sets, Music...
It's almost as if I'm entertaining Myself....
Except I Don't Write Comedies
I lack Presense not Awareness
I hear the Whispers and the Soft Words
Condolenses?
But I Hear My Life Beep
Surely there is still Hope
I fell Asleep some time Ago.
But I Must Wake.
She is Waiting on Me
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