The Walking Dead

Don't expect happiness, positivity, any of that.

The Walking Dead walks yet another day

The skies are forever going to be grey.

After all joy has retreated,

The Walking Dead is defeated.

All Hell bangs against the outer shell

There is no point to the smile that the Walking Dead will sell.

But the pain can just as easily be replaced with the hate

Of knowing that the Walking Dead will never appreciate

And hold on to ones loved the most

Instead of remembering their ghost

And praying with the pointless hope

That refuses to cope

And accept that unlike the turtle dove,

The walking dead could never be loved.

 

June 13, 2011