The day I died

I woke up one day and I was dead,
I went to the bathroom and had a short shower,
I dressed in red and black like I did every day, 
Ignoring the call of breakfast, I locked my house,
Out of my dead eyes, I saw the sun was out,
But I felt no heat on my dead skin,
I went off to work, no one paid me any mind,
I sat at my desk and did what was needed,
I sat at lunch with friends and ate a little,
I knew my corpse didn’t need the sustenance,
But my dead tongue liked the tasteless mess,
In the evening the sun was still out, 
But I felt no heat on my dead skin,
I walked back home, no one paid me any mind,
I lay in my bed, my tired corpse finally at rest,
It’s a wonder I hadn’t fallen apart yet,
But one thing stood up straight in my dead brain,
I didn’t notice the day I ceased living. 

 

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