Dead man walking, down the halls he goes
A solemn march towards his final throes
His time has come, his fate is sealed
The end of life, now revealed
No more hope, no more dreams
Just a shell, it seems
A soul departed, a body left behind
A life extinguished, an empty mind
Yet, still he walks, with measured pace
Towards his destiny, without a trace
Of fear or doubt, just acceptance true
Of what awaits, when life is through
Dead man walking, a sight to see
A reminder of our own mortality
And though we mourn, for what is lost
We know that death will have its cost
So let us live, and make the most
Of every moment, from coast to coast
For one day soon, we too shall be
A dead man walking, eternally.
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