Oblivion

I live among the walking dead
They have unsatisfied hunger, must be fed
It is a wonder I get to sleep
knowing my soul they wish to reap
Their skin parched, bones dry
Innocence is their blackest lie
I stand alone, stare them down
I know they wish me to drown
Drown in the anger, drown in the lies
It's odd they don't realize
I'm already dead, I walk among the living
Spending my days in oblivion
They drag me down into the darkness
Make me feel no more, make me feel no less
They try to tear me apart
Then they see I have no heart
They push me back, even less alive
But on depression I no longer strive
Rejected by the living,
Rejected by the dead
No longer here, no longer gone
I walk the line between living, dead, and oblivion