Living Dead
What’s it like for the living dead?
to trudge through on half baked legs
when breathing hurts and time is neither friend nor foe
What’s it like for the living dead?
Do they wish for better
or pray for worse?
What’s it like for the living dead?
is happiness their enemy?
Is fear their friend?
What’s it like for the living dead?
do they truly live among us?
do the blend in?
You needn’t ask no more
the living dead are
not present
they exist within their own hell
begging for the time to stop all pain
the living dead pray
for the ending of their days
in quick acts of desperate slaughter
hoping they can take their fate into their hands
The living dead want
to slit their wrist, throats, skin, soul
wanting to bleed out their imperfection
until they are no longer living dead.
–The Faded Pages
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