After life…
Aching to be set free from all that is around me
Tired of my surroundings and these things meant to bind me
Whenever I wish to rise up I am pulled back down…
Trampled underfoot, so as not to be different, I wear a frown
Hoping, even praying for a better outcome than this
Just to be happy and let the sun rest on my face is my wish
But I’m here in this place surrounded by so many that are comfortable with their lot
How I long and wish to put an end to this, and perhaps write a twist to this plot
I was once free and at my leisure to roam
My, how I miss the comforts of home
The days are long and so grows my despair
Why should weep or reduce myself to care?
This was all life had to offer – after it, nothing seems to exist
I am just another soul whose body continues to persist
Stuck in my thoughts – no expression to adorn my face
Everywhere is the same, there is no way to escape this place
Feeling under the weather, there’s no curing these blues
I don’t even have a mind to be different or have the wherewithal to choose
The sick grow sicker, life on this planet thins
I remember there being a time when I counted my sins
None of that matters now as I am without blame
I have come to this predicament an innocent, and there is no shame
Unhappy with a circumstance I cannot shed
But such is the life of one who is undead
It seems that where the hoard goes I must follow…
Our instincts now are to swarm rather than hunt
While others groan their hunger, I sigh and grunt
Reduced to baser instincts, the hunger grows minute by minute, day by day
And it is one that, no matter how much you feed, never goes away
If I were up to me, I’d end my misery now –
But put an end to the reason I still walk, how?
All my complaints mean nothing, there’s no advice worth giving
Everything has already been seen and said
Though it could be much worse, I could be amongst the living
There are worse things than being dead
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