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An empty zombie in my own grave

Contributed by naijerana on Thursday, 8th September 2005 @ 09:12:15 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Deep within I live
Yet on the surface I am nearly
Dead
Like an lonesome zombie
Walking over my own grave
In circles
Doing the same thing
Over and over
Yet the live deep within me
Wants to break down the wall
And be free
To say and to do many things
But when I stand in front of an mirror
I see a zombie
And very deep within me
An tiny light nearly fading away
When I want to reach it
The mirror shatters in front of me
In to an thousand pieces
Of my past, my present, my future and
My feelings
Or in just one word
Me
And I find all the pieces
Or so I thought
One piece of the mirror is gone
No more, lost
And so is my little light of live
I try to find it
Everywhere I go
I cant find it
My little light of live is gone
When I look in the mirror now
I see emptiness, hollow inside
Nothing anymore
Except being an empty shell
With hair, skin, flesh and bones
Rotting away inside
Further I am no one
No name, no nothing
A zombie walking in circles
Around my own grave
Now I dont need to walk
Around my own grave
I can as easily now
Go into my own grave
Slowly decaying
From the inside
Painfully as it may sound
My feelings are no more
I cannot feel
Neither scream
For my mouth is sewed to gather
It only echoes deep within
So no one can hear
Everything I say
I say deep within me
Yet now I am in my grave
And none can hear me
Crumbling, walking or the bones cracking
Only I can hear me self
Deep within
Though even that is slowly
Going away
By the decaying process
Now I am nothing else but

An empty zombie in my own grave

Copyright © naijerana ... [ 2005-09-08 09:12:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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