Dead...

I am so locked down, in the opinion of others, 

There is a void which is unfun that bothers, 

Thy love, for me, seems to be gone, 

Because there are paper and pen; I am writing songs

Ours vows meant so much to me, 

But now there is so much hatred literally, 

I admit in the walk of life, I'm so engrossed, 

Collecting money to live with you posh, 

But by the time we acquire things I need, 

We would be distant, in lands of unknown creed, 

My walk once away from this world would be forever, 

Though I desire your company, I would not bother, 

I am so domesticated, so hump dry, 

That world around has almost died, 

Breath is the dead stench, even tears are blackened, 

I am waiting for the soul to be taken at the world end, 

In these past years, my tears have been dried, 

There is no remorse, no emotion, then dead fly, 

Like a walking corpse, I suck dry of joy and fun, 

“Deadman walking”, is no longer a pun...