Walking Corpse

This ground I walk on is becoming more brittle.

Braking apart with every step.

Underneath all I see is hatred.

It's bubbling up through the cracks.

Eventually everything will be consumed.

There will be nothing left.

Hollowed out shells, walking corpses.

Why can't we change?

Why do we continue this way?

When did we stop caring?

I feel this hate seeping through the cracks more and more.

It's becoming harder to breath.

Will I die before I'm consumed or will I become a walking corpse.

I think it's too late to change now.

No going back.................I'm drowning.

But I'm not the only one....................