Cremation

So cremation seemed too easie, to dispose of one so sleazie, and the dirt was too good for me,
.too good to house my lonlie bodie.
So they left me walking, and they let me breathe, but they wont hear me talking, when I'm dying so slowlie.

So its one foot in front of the other, and I'm walking out the door, But for me they'll never bother, explaining what I'm still here for.

I reached the nearest road.
but I couldn't stop there.
Just another tragic soul.
Gaining a traveler's far off stare.

Everie step just got me closer, to a far away, Everie town just brought despair because I couldn't stay. If you don't know what you're looking for, how can you find it? If you're not living anymore, does that mean you're dying? because i am dying, because I have died. That doesn't mean I never tried. Because I am searching, because I'll never stop. That doesn't mean I'm not enough.