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.

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.

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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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

Intrusive

Intrusive —
Once writing this would’ve crippled me
I mean the thought of it would
The idea of tempting fate, Wow
Knowing now I can, and always could

Best to face the beast head on
No more living in the depths of life
No more invisibly leashed, being led on
No more stabbed with a thought provoked knife

Physical fights and words scare me
But mostly it’s my compulsive thoughts
Ninety nine percent mean nothing at all
But that’s the ones I fought

Now I can write the words, talk the talk
Push back false hope from my head
Still knowing it’s a fine line I walk
For now the darkness has been put to bed.

Aftermath

Addiction seems so fruitful
Mountains of highs
Valleys of lows
We fight to-and-fro
Reaching for the sky to smile
But always end up drowning
Down below in the depths.

The aftermath of addiction
Drags down the soul
Swamps joy and hope
To the point of destruction,
Sleep becomes a distant distraction,
Sweat is the choice of panic
And crying the release for help.

The hole is deep
Dug by individual hand
Which carries the burden solely
The weight of the dirt,
Mountains are far out of sight
Especially as sinking begins
And normality shrinks.
Was peaking high
Worth the aftermath
And the massacre of feelings
That follows like a shadow
For eternity.

Burn

We have to unlearn
To be a Burden,
Release the frustrated
Of feeling hated.
We try and we try
To live and not die,
But it’s so hard
To kick start
The energy and will
To swallow the pill
To be able to see straight
And let go of the hate.

I look in the reflection
And see no direction,
Just roads of chaos
Leading to being lost.
I know, and I feel
One day I will heal
Until then I shall not hide
And Choose to stay inside
Where comfort lies in place
And I never show my face.

I will go forth to live
Allow myself to forgive
All the invisible thoughts
That cut my life short,
Yes I shall stand
Drop the knife from hand
Pull up out of the bath
Smile and laugh,
You know I could
In fact I know I should,
If only I wasnt dead
And the water wasnt red,
And my thoughts wasnt fate
Telling me im too late,
I never learn
Im still a burden
My family will find me
Open the door and see
My body, or what’s left,
See I’m still out of place, even in death.