Walking

So as he tries to drown his sorrow with romantic films and sweet promises of love everlasting, his consciousness spoke to him.

"When will you wake o' deadman walking?
When will you walk again and pretend that everything is dead and for the crow's taking?
When will you take a bite from the flesh that was quivering?"

Still the man, kept on looking through the glass screen of moving pictures and allusions of happiness that was supposedly there for the taking. His consciousness spoke to him again:

"O' deadman walking, when will you see that humanity has forsaken you;
That what was yours was taken?
That your sins not forgiven?
When will you realize o' deadman walking that only in death your purposed was quickened?

Still the man, gazed, with tears flowing in his eyes, his hand slowly rises to his chest and then he answered.

"I often thought of myself as a deadman walking
Till I realized that pain was there as my heart was beating
And for the time that there was only crying
I found myself lost and longing

Maybe I AM a deadman walking, long forsaken
But still with this world I could not leave those who were broken
For those who are left as rag dolls know the feeling of loneliness
And often they are the ones capable of kindness

And so his consciousness left him in his wanton sorrow, knowing that somehow, this man is not a deadman walking.