Please crit honestly. Thank you.

With a word, from the lips
of something you no longer recognize
you realize,
We are the walking dead

With the touch, from the hand
of a man you thought you loved
you realize,
We are the walking dead

Every bruise, every beating you ever took
from the people that you needed most
It was just evidence
for an epiphany to be had later on

then, with hallow words spoken from
the lips of the woman you gave your life to
you realize,
We are all the walking dead

Every cut, every rip,
every piece of serrated acknowledgment,
he comes closer to something real;
a little closer to peace.

These are not good memories.
My doctor says I need some sleep,
But what does she know?
Sleeping only ever brings the dead back

for one night.
Last edited by SunsetAlphabet at Aug 5, 2010,