Death Wants More Death Poem by Z. S. Tabor Mr.

I don't deny the past
like running water that dives into it's serpent
everything around seems dead
No one is living the dream
Still I'm haunted by the killing scream
My neighbor takes a peak
And I don't know him that well
So I avoid his glares
But for the life of me I don't think I'm living
And while I'm aware of my presence
There's others who might not exist to me
So I go forth relishing in my own waste
Sometimes I don't have the care to speak about
The things that make me feel
like I'm a turbulent charge
In the motion of things I don't think are real