Tired Corpse

The girl ́s lost miles ahead from where she stares

Fog settles in her sullen eyes

Quite heavily she steps off from the platform

Gliding unaware, without concern or even care

Apathy eats the hard until there ́s just a nub

Shé speaks in flat monotone

An overcast climate with flat affect

Long ago I had known a different person

But she’s gone now, and all I have is a tired corpse

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