let me, here, show you my friend
that you are all but dead
that you’ve died deaths too many to count
that you will again

death when you walk
death when you talk
death when you sing
and when you decide to wear that ring
death when you’re sad
death when you’re mad
death when you’re glad
and when enough, you think you’ve had

finished living the last year
finished living the last month
the last week, the last day
the last hour, the last minute

death implies the end of life
yes, you’ve died every nano-second you’ve lived
amongst the walking dead, it seems we are
until are bodies, abandoned
not forgetting for a moment, we are alive

...and there's miles to go before we sleep