Living Dead
Living Dead


In the dead of night,
There was still one dead, alive
Even though he was still shallowly breathing,
But I don't know if his heart was still beating
Even though his mind was still seeking vengeance,
But somehow his soul had accepted the end game
Even though he still wanted to let it go,
But he had yet to know that it was his final blow
Slowly slowly the living dead inched towards a blade,
Seeking out calmness from this never-ending pain
As he tried to think of happ
y times,
But somehow he still choked on his cries
Thinking about all those name they called,
Saying "you are a guy, you can take all"
Then in the night of the dead
He took his final breath
By the morning, the living dead,
Was pronounced dead
He thought it was his way of ending his pain,
But the pain never end, it just passes away
As the world for mourning for the recently dead,
But they had yet to notice that they gave birth to another living dead