Necrophilia
Catch me, I'm not breathing.
Stop me, I'm still moving.
Memoir of the walking dead,
Shadows of the lightless soul.
Walking the path of the unknown.
Forging new roads through the flames;
through the chilling ice.
Catch me, I'm not breathing.
My life was lost long ago.
Crying Tears of dust and grime,
I wash them away with my secret vice.
Stop me, I'm still moving.
Memoir of the walking dead,
Shadows of the lightless soul.
Walking the path of the unknown.
Forging new roads through the flames;
through the chilling ice.
Catch me, I'm not breathing.
My life was lost long ago.
Crying Tears of dust and grime,
I wash them away with my secret vice.
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FULL of symbolism that I doubt anyone will catch. If you want to give it a go, go ahead. It may not be the obvious, though.