Live without living

If you can live without living 
Can you die without dying? 
I suppose they’re the same thing 
When life hangs on by a string 

Even as the soul rots 
and you run out of thoughts 
and your tongue’s in knots  
your mind in tatters 
your heart shatters 
and nothing matters 

They’re still there
So you’re still here 
Even if you want to disappear