Unmoved, unshaken

Stiff like a stone

Rigid as rock

Dead like a frozen spring

But still moving

Talking and walking

Zombies

My phone in my hands

Illusions I see

Eyes blinded

Directions I follow

Legs remotely controlled

Kept moving in a flow

Puns

Trends now my culture

Dramas my reaction to things

Nothing good nothing bad

I just follow the way it comes

And I receives whatever it gives

Trying to stay in the middle

Even as I’m far at the edge of the other side

Atheists

Wrinkles on my face

But my mirror is filtered

Poison my daily bread

Weaker my body becomes

As much as I feel the pains

Pills I get to keep them at bay

The same pills that could send me to an early grave

Addicts

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