A zombie spawned from nicotine and coffee
Since little I wondered why Saint Nicholas was jolly.
This world appeared to be disturbingly empty.
Pain was endless, I received externally plenty
And became distraught with its absurd length.
To overcome it I decided to master Zen
Call me Zen master death;
For I've yet to transcend its eternity.
A sheik absorbing elemental perversities
Wandering the countryside, pondering the other side.
An insomniac uttering the gods will die.
Haven't slept for days, suffering from the thoughts inside.
Dark bags under my eyes, the antithesis color of life.
A diseased angel that God designed
That my earthly mother accepted despite the gaunt design
So, why did I forsook her by living such an unjustly life?
Corrupted mind who needed tough love, a father's hand.
The aftermath was isolation and then cancer's wrath.
Drowning hopelessly, can a man come back from that?
I hope something, whatever it is, answers back.
Meanwhile, I guess I'll take an unconscious nap,
Feeling serene despite the monstrous mask
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