XXXX is worried but there's nothing to worry about

XXXX is worried but there's nothing to worry about

A Poem by winter;lyra

because i am nothing
am a dead man walking backwards
collecting pennies off the corpses of the homeless
violating half the commandments
i am yours until i am not
because you have nothing until there's something
because death is still more real than my precedent

i'll be dead before it hits me
and i won't feel nor cry about
what it means to be nothing on a world where it means something

© 2018 winter;lyra


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Added on August 5, 2018
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