The Undead Story

Numb in this wrecked skin My eyes still working hard in its blurred sight Walked limply with no direction Pursuit the hope of a lost life This town is full of dead dreams People dive in patterns of camouflaged sin Those are black bloods which stained As well as my existence which is nearly dim Dried roses fallen Shattered as a carpet My brain didn't work But this bloody veins pushed me too hard I fail to recall yesterday As I fail to hope for tomorrow This is the eternal thirst No water can satisfy this I see somebody in that mirror Not in a good shape nor in a good look I tried to see it even closer But the reflection keeps bumping at me With amazement face, it stares back at me I continue my walk in this messed street I don't have any idea how it starts I don't have any idea when it ends I live for today, I live along with the step I take Yanny Widjanarko October 18,2013 Halloween Poem Contest with Only 1 theme Sponsor: Leonora Galinta