Among the dead.

I am the grief,
the hopelessness,
the emptiness,
I will never know death,
for I am already among the dead.

I am a crater torpor,
A bloodless being,
with no zeal for this existence.
I am a soundless creature,
A sickening fiend,
A man brought darker
by his chained bereavement of self, while life laughs at
his involuntary prostration of animation at birth.

And who can judge him?
When none of you can live in his skin or
taste the blood within his mouth,
Or feel his bones cracking under the weight of this world.

And yet he lives and yet he is dead.