• The Living Dead

    Shadows tearing at my flesh
    Voices shrieking in my ear
    Another day, another lie
    Things are not what they appear

    Silent screams fill my throat
    Of rage and pain, on all I choke
    There’s so much left to endure
    Just another tortured provoke

    Am I alive?
    It must be so
    Death is bliss
    Not another blow

    Open wounds
    Face the light
    Filled with salt
    But long for night

    Where the living dead
    Can rest in peace
    And wait their turn
    For the pain to cease

    And with these others
    Is where I lay
    Hoping against hope
    To not suffer through another day