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Living Dead
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Extended Metaphors I am just another smile-ridden zombie
Walking the crowded streets in a daze
Broken inside and wholly dead in spirit.
My once-flowing blood has now run cold;
My presently pallid skin tries to break free
From my fragile bones to turn back to ash.
The stench that seeps out from my casket
Has become much too overpowering to bear.
And the lifeless corpse there in contained
Whose flowing blood has since run cold
Desires to be resurrected from the grave.
Let this blood flow again.
Give me back my vitality.
Breathe new life into me.
