Disclaimer: I own this poem, and it comes entirely from my imagination. If this poem sounds like any other, it is purely coincidental. Also the song Every Day Is Exactly The Same is the sole property of Nine Inch Nails and any other affiliates.

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AN: I’m very proud of this poem and I would really appreciate it if people reviewed. Also, the song below should ideally be listened to while reading the poem.

I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I've been told
I really don't want them to come around, oh no

Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same

I can feel their eyes are watching
In case I lose myself again
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes I still pretend
I can't remember how this all got started
But I can tell you - exactly - how it will end

- Every Day Is Exactly The Same by Nine Inch Nails -

Living Dead

We each die a little every day

Each in our own unique way

Revolving, in and out again

A numbness that is not pain

Again and again, here we go

Suffocating, bleeding me slow

Dying a little again in this life

Your solution lies in a knife

Anaesthetized, we all live dead

A sea of grey and a drop of red

Glancing longingly at the TV

Dangling before us a fantasy

This house has become my grave

A mantra telling me how to behave

Suffocating on this dusty lifeless air

Everyone knows that life’s not fair

How could they lie to us and say

That we were free when each day

Is so much like the one before?

Wearing deep treads into the floor?

Duty is drilled into us at birth

Never ever put yourself first

Everyone knows how this will end

Another one has gone round the bend

Leaving this world with a sigh of relief

No more stealing a feeling like a thief

Finally allowed to actually feel something

None of us in this world mean anything

We each die a little every day

Each in our own unique way

Anaesthetized, we all live dead

A sea of grey and a drop of red

Note: This is a One Shot poem, so please don’t expect me to continue and update. I really like this one so please tell me if you feel the same or feel that it sucks or feel that it should be ripped away and we can pretend it was never written or etc etc.

May blessings follow in your footsteps,

Ethereal Kisses