The Living Dead

by Tarikins   Nov 12, 2004


You left me alone
I have had to save myself
You are my wound
And I feel bound
To you still
And I have no more free will
You took myself from me
Now I'm not what I used to be
You hurt me more then anyone ever could
You left me at home everyday
And I never could find my way
I felt like I was dead
And I was filled with never ending dread

I was crying blood
You mistook me
For what I used to be
And now you must pay
I have found my way

You never cared about me
Or how you made me be
The Living Dead
I can't get out of this place
And I feel like you put me in a race
To stay alive
You made me
The Living Dead

Now you know that I will never be
What you thought I was supposed to be
And now I see your fear
Now that I am here
To haunt you until the rest of you days
These are my ways
Of showing you
What I always thought of you

I'm The Living Dead
I am you nightmare
And I will scare
You until you fall to hell
And rot in the cell
I have made for you

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  • 19 years ago

    by Andrea

    excellent poem!