I am a living zombie,
Dead and empty inside.
With my heart, I feel
But has become numb by the cold world.
Somehow nothingness was my everything.
Though people around think otherwise.
What good could I have done?
For some reason I believe,
Only to be disappointed each time.
Slowly dying the torturous way,
I fall down.
Later will be a new act,
Everyone will believe.
The biggest one deceived,
Will not be anyone but me.
Once the brick cracks,
They will be disappointed.
