I am not alive
Nor am I dead
I am aware of the moment
But unliving I do not participate
Death is a destination
Destiny and fate
Are my guides
And I refuse
To conform to the rest
I am not part of the hive
And I then have to starve
For an unliving
Undying voice
Is ignored
I refuse to shrive
I am willing to die
For the world has plenty
It doesn't need me
Ignore me at MY peril
Not its peril
I am the one
Who they consider to be
A dead branch
Considered sterile
For I do not obey
My life is ongoing
But ghost-like
And my voice
Fades
But echoes
In a language
Few understand
But it resonates in comrades
In their bones to the marrow
