I am dead, yet undead.
Was suffocated to death a long time ago. Yet somehow, with all the carbon and hazardous gas in the air, I still managed to survive. I am a walking dead. Living on neither side of the world. Waiting for the time where I will be liberated from all this misery. I know the exact time, but sadly, its still a long way to go. And sadly, I dont see the end to this tunnel of death.
I need strength to move on. Or tonnes of cash to buy my freedom.
*pst: This is a metaphoric entry. And I am not suicidal.