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I see a picture of myself and wonder…when is that guy gonna die cause it looks like it will be very soon…put him in a box now the fucking zombie…

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Dark

I know…

I’ve known for a long time now…

The only question…

When did I die?…

Its been so long…

Living without life…

  You might call me a zombie. But I don’t think I can be qualified in such a way. You may even call me undead. But the undead live more vibrant lives than the one it seems I am…living…

What is between the zombie and the undead? Is there a name for such a creature?

No inspiration.

No satisfaction.

No love.

No joy.

No hate.

No pleasure.

No motivation.

No pain.

…only the dark…

Its everywhere I am.

Does it follow me? Or am I the source? Or is it just that I am the only one who can see the dark?

Is it in everyone?

I wonder…

I am full to bursting…

the dark fills me…

soon nothing will remain…

…what kind of creature…am I?