The Undead Never Rest
Grey, melting, dry skin
Are you lost?
Bloodthirsty, horrible creature
You are afraid of the reality--
but you know the nightmare you don't live is true
Lifeless, dead eyes
You see nothing but hunger
You're a cry in the lonely night
a dream, never remembered
Wandering, aimlessly
with your menacing, crippled pace
and your intention to cause pain
To tear into the relations of your long, gone feelings
You're just a death threat to the burned, flaming world
Silly, mangled, tired face
with your lurking, stalking, restless gaze
You long for touch, you cry for resurrection
without saying a single, broken word
You greeted death with open arms
the pain you felt when you knew you were gone
But death gives you a slap to the face
laughing a wicked cackle, he's mocking sly mace
A morbid reality
You're trapped in this dying, apocalyptic dimension
a never ending stab in your crisp, grey chest
a feeling of pain, eternal, doomed depression
And it never ends
a spiral of insanity that won't give you rest
Alone, you're all alone now
no one to run you, no one to help
With your paralyzed gait
and your threatening, guilty eyes
they see nothing, nothing at all
A shot through the head
will surely bring you back
you're not alone forever
Soon the nightmare will end
and you'll be gone once again.
Copyright © Jessie Rae | Year Posted 2015
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