If life is for the living
Then why do I still draw breath?
I am void of emotion;
A cadaver in the crowd.

With dark eyes lacking soul
And a mental state that borders nonexistent
The question of life embedded in fog
Shall eternally remain.

Without courage to end the charade
Without motivation to break the facade
Without a voice to end the soliloquy of silence
Without a heart to empathize with the world.

Amidst the isolation a waltz is danced
Awkwardly without a partner
And only the sickeningly sweet songs of nothing
To accompany the resonating shuffling.

Shards of a past self form a glassy sky
And a chain of memories rusted and corroded
Are all remnants of a pathetic legacy
Of an outline of where a human should be.