Walk'N Dead Man Poem by Marie Kroldart

Waken up in the deeps of his despairs
Allowing them to convince him that nobody cares
Lowing himself to their final expectations
Keeping up with all of their complications
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Not knowing of the weakness to that of what he's done
Decking out that what is to come
Eating the dead that surround his soul
Allowing their screams to fill his bowl
Designing a place that only he can up hold
Mainly a place that is depth and cold
Alone in the dark and is put to shame
Never crying out cause of all the pain