I see dead things

I see dead things every day
walking around with the mask of happiness
faking the act of living

ha ha charade you are
 
I see the empty eyes
mindlessly wandering through life
black pits instead of pupils
seeing only the fog of the damned
 
I see creatures with dark minds
completely void of the life giving light
shuffling along their well worn paths
mindless of where they go
putting one foot forward at a time
thinking they are walking the walk of the living
 
I see the dead reflections in my mirror
staring back black pits
that remind me of a fucked up life and world

I pretend to be living like all dark things do
 
I see dead things every day
as I shuffle on my well worn path
getting momentary glimpses of a truth
that says the dead things are me
 
ha ha charade you are