Distortion, Dispair

Living is as good as dead.
Trapped in this world without a stand.
Where do I go.
What do I think.
Day after day after day.

How do I do this.
Do I ask for more, for better, or is it better to seek contentment?
How do I tell.
If life is better or worse.

I am lost. Lost am I.
In this confusion of life.
I am growing weaker day by day.
My strength is limited my heart is cold.
All I feel is pain in a row.
I lost my laughter I lost my smile.
I lost the reason to be around.

Someday if I am gone, would my name still be recalled.
The wind blows hard, the rain falls down.
The sun still shines, the world, still round.
I'm just a lifeless being on this earth. Stay away, stay away.
For lifelessness infect like zombies do,
stay away before you get it too.