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 Izzy_Writes