To live is rare:
To exist is the commonest thing.
But there is a place in between.
In the land of the shadows
All the lost souls wait,
Not quite managing to exist,
But not yet dead.
The land of the shadows is filled
With the empty shells of people
Who are not physically dead,
But, mentally, have been so for years.
The question echoes in the empty abyss
Of this shaded world -
"Are you dead yet?"
A contest entry
- because i feel like it.... (options) by VerminVomit.
1300 points, ended November 2, 2008, 23 entries
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