Living Dead
Living cursed
For the light that was suppose to enter my eyes to allow me to see; faded
For the air that should have entered my lungs, betrayed me
Suppressed my heart squeezing it tightly
For the heart that a must he had pumped to guide me
Gave up on me, giving me feelings to surrender
Soulless I have became condemned to live without it
Results of the so-called murderous crime:-
I arrive home, no one to greet
I go to sleep, no one to kiss
I wonder questionably
What did I do?
Though I can’t explain it
It feels so rough
Though I can’t quite say it
It fits in no words
What did I do...?
I ask again
Claiming my innocence, I rest in sorrow
Speaking of sun, with none to light up my day
Saying I’m sorry
But there’s no answer in forgiveness
So I rest, I rest again, with no hopes, with no light
With tears to dry on my pillow
With a kiss of goodnight
Not to be given
So as for me..., I remain in silent sorrow
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