Zombie

You thought zombies weren't real, Come and just look at me !

You thought zombies weren't real,
But oh! Come look at me.
The night stands on my grave,
My eyes shut to the light completely.
Will I ever see the sun shining,
Those rays that gave me life.
Will I ever truly laugh again,
This happiness is not to my liking.
Those tired, still winter nights,
I have been told live not long.
But then I find myself dead,
When the light does again come.
Do not run away from me,
I am just hungry for a heart.
Not literally, my nocturnal flower,
Just a killing hope not so far.
I know I bang on the wrong door,
Why will you even take me in.
My arms dangling so wildly,
My eyes, Oh so desperate!
How did I even come to this?
These emotions are killing me inside.
You thought zombies weren't real,
Come look, I play the living dead.

Reviews

[wordman]

you write of pain and longing for love,a sad write,but it will come when you least expect it

[Raghib]

Yes I know wordman. Yes I know

[Mikku]

"Just a killing hope not so far"..this line..i guess...kept me hanging and revisiting all those forbidden zones in my mind... An awesome expression

[Raghib]

Thank you Mikku. Glad to hear that ! I mean not those memories but how my writings can have such an effect

[Mikku]

It's just the fact that i can connect to it. Your welcome by the way

[¿]

Do you really want life, dark lover?
Well this won't come to you you gotta turn on the light!!

[Raghib]

As I have told above.
When the light does come
I find myself dead.
This happiness in not to my liking