Zombie dreams

Zombie dreams

Stranded in confusion
Walking the line
Of reality and illusion
Endless circle of time

The Fog never lifts
Feeling empty as a drone
Figures in the mist
Finding their way home.

Faces never speak
Eyes never look
Their ears only leak
Of the light they have took

Brains they don’t eat
They’re dead walking friends
Who continue to scare and greet
And guide you to the end

I’m scared I’ll admit
I’m worried for my soul
As it wants to commit
And make this dream its home

To enter I only sliced
The outer of the shell
Of the body of life
That bleeds in to the well

They didn’t come for me
This path I chose
When the maker knocked for me
The Zombies looked and froze

The soul now not mine
Empty means too late
The blood has run dry
My deaths upon this date.

Angry

I’m not angry, obviously
Just frustrated with whatever
But People can surprise you
I’m waiting to be surprised,
Why only speak to criticise
And have deaf ears for response
Walking away thinking you’ve won
As always,
But unhappiness creeps into guilt
And nastiness becomes as visible
As a shroud
Making isolation the only end
To a dismal finish,
Is fear of communication cowardly
When it leads to downfall of others
In a herded environment,
Or is it a smart self preservation
Where silence means survival,
I rather speak a sensible tone
And seek out the truth of a lost soul in front of me,
Are they acting differently
To their true self,
Only honestly, verbal action
And rebellion against a generation hex
Can set you free.

Black sheep

One day I will say
To the very day
When I fell
Into dillusional hell

I was eight
When I started to hate
And resent
The gift I was sent

Checking my life
Hiding a knife
So I wouldn’t cause harm
By cutting my arm

Just my own reality
Inside OCD
Making me feel
Safety’s not real

Thinking I’m magic
Not a sad tragic
Whose lost his will
And mentally ill

Finally in time
I worked out my mind
Was controlled by the devil
Who finially revealed

Don’t look back

This work is starting to feel Jaded
Beginning to Feel like rambling
Enthusiasm has slowly faded
Write anything like I’m gambling

My mind confuses like a swarm
I Want to curl up in a cave
Light a fire to stay warm
Be cradled in the arms of babes

I feel I’ve been misread
That my heart is slightly tainted
Because my mind tells the story
Of the words my hand has painted

My verse became my heart
And inspiration made it dance
It wrote in complex forms of love
A tragic hooker of romance

My focus took a different path
Of an outlet or relief
For the guilt and shame I felt
Through times of mental grief

It took a sort of troubled shape
Transformed from light to dark
The reality is quite reversed
I’m a devoted romantic at heart.

Get Back

Look forward
As the past will haunt you
If you turn around
The shadows will taunt you

Dont surrender
The Devil will flaunt you
Dont believe
That noone will want you

If you were a ghost
People would see through
Your unique personality
Cold would be the only clue

Live with acceptance
Any thought can be tolerated
Step out of the dark
Life is underrated

Body language

I think I’m alone
Even when gathered in a herd
I’m afraid my spirit has flown
I never hear a word

Even though I speak
My voice doesn’t leave
And the cries for help
Evaporate when I breathe

I crave for any attention
A positive or negative poke
Just someone to react
To pretend as if I spoke

Not looking for a fake smile
Or for a touch of a hand
Just a genuine shoulder
I hope you understand.

Purgatory

Light to dark
I will wait
Until I hear you hark
And seal my fate

Confines the shadow
Expresses the grin
Hides the halo
And the demon within

Once I was good
Turned white into black
I know that I should
But I’ll never go back.

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Fun

You can’t beat friends in Childhood
Fun was safe, fun Was good
Playing out to near after dark
At the big or little park
Swinging on the Witches hat
Stood screaming or tightly sat
Never leaved early to go home
Even with cuts or broken bones
Can play while the streetlights are out
If not the the parents would shout
On the corners playing Forty forty
Only being slightly naughty
Climbing over neighbours fences
Lying flat behind their hedges
Laughing with heads spinning
Never cared whose was winning
Climbing up the sides
Of the deathly metal slide
Ripping trousers on the way down
Scream in pain and laugh aloud
Fun and near misses
Holding hands and secret kisses
Swinging high by our feet
Jumping off, falling on concrete
The most Popular of course
The old faithful rocking horse
Holding on with white knuckles
Before the rails breaks and buckles
The Older kids acting cool
The rubbish bin was always full
Take me back to the grass
Where friends were the best class
We used to play, used to live
Sometimes fought but always forgive
It’s a shame that youth had to end
But you never forgive your childhood friends

Notebook

I have writers block
It happens time to time
Its makes me watch the clock
And stress of a new rhyme

My mind becomes obsessive
Causing a lot of friction
I have to take steps back
Or it leads to an addiction

I write a hidden meaning
In every single word
But my verses make no sense
And the message becomes blurred

I try too hard to produce
A written piece of magic
Starting with upbeat
And ending with something tragic

Then I remembered my motives
I write only to find peace
A way to sort my thoughts
A chance for me to release

Without words I surpress
And it leaves me with no fight
So I continue to express
My emotions as I write