Tear fell from her eyes that night
Blood stained tears
Draining her of hope and happiness
And filling her with hate and angry
The world she know was along gone
The new world waited at her door
She did not notice the knocking at her door
Nor did she scream for help
Instead she sat and thought a lot
about what went wrong and why her life had die
Because she thought her life had die
and she was just a walking talk zombie
She has not moved
and so she still sits in that room thinking about the past
But now she hates that room
Still she sits there waiting, for something
