04 November 2010

Graying-Out Process


there's
a strange concoction of
repulsion
and
disgust
as
hollow eyes peer
back to me.

it won't be long
before i am
coughing
the mutated name
i will have acquired,
choking on the
sound
of who i am
turning into,

the pallid cage
of what i was
and what i
should be.

i am the walking dead,
atrocity embodied
of what can happen
when

apathy

goes
unchecked.

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