Dead

Dead

A Poem by Kurera

I wander around everyday,
I cannot see but I can hear.
I don't like what others say,
Is it true, should they fear?

The only thing I see is red,
Everyone is always against me.
I'm alive and yet I'm dead,
Dirty and ugly with a bloody knee.

I can't ever move on,
Though I keep on moving.
I never see the dawn,
Yet I'm always sleeping, always grieving.

Wherever I go, shadows follow,
Eating me out, making me hollow.

© 2012 Kurera


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Kurera
Kurera

In the Underworld, fighting demons



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