Zombie

just thinking about how stubborn I can be

This is the last stand.

 

My clothes are torn and withered and I smell like death.

 

I drop to my knees and with my last bit of energy I smile.

 

The knife has finally taken it's course.

 

I did not give up.

 

I kept on till the bitter end.

 

If nothing else came of it honor will be my peace.

 

Wait...

 

I'm still...alive, It's not over.

 

When will this body die?

 

How much more of this could I take?

 

Some sick grace keeps me going.

 

I get up

 

I wander on.

 

-These are the Adventures of JayMo; sometimes real, sometimes just in his head.-

-JayMo