I feel the cold creeping up my legs

The numbness distracts me from my false indifference

This emptiness is sneaking up on me

I feel the approach of calamity

I stand here unprotected, undead

Zombified by my dissonance

Reactionary non-reaction

Indecisive lack of satisfaction

I just don't know how to fix this

Where lie the lines between distraction, attraction, infraction, and

Outright foolishness?

Time will show that relying on time was a big mistake

I'm a fool for thinking I should wait

I just remain in the state

I don't change my fate

I sit and contemplate

And the world passes me by

It passes and I die

Living unalive is suicide

But living alive, I still die

And sooner