cold dark space

a glare on his eyes is the only sign of life
he knows he's been beat
his voice has lost its sound
he struggles to want to breathe

dark, cold, alone he feels inside
everyday he wakes with dread
he must go on, not quite sure why

with the little concentration he has
he focuses on moving his body to perform his tasks
he is imprisoned in this dull, monotonous world

he's lost it all
it's gone
but his mind is too tired to comprehend this
there's nothing behind them
dead man walking