July 31, 2013

Living Dead: Life w/Out

by William Irving (author's profile)


Living Dead:
Live W/Out

I am jus' as death
prolonged to linger, like
I keep waiting for the sun to rise
End this nightmare jail [illegible] each other
taste, the whistle upon the wind
of freedom not to re-die

How can I love you?
I hate like broken hearts ache
In regards to prison,
someone I must hate

First and foremost, I must say
what needs to be said: I do not
want to write this poem!

The dead are not supposed to have a voice
Madness be able to bleed after being cut
by a shard of moon

Or redying a second death
from bullets and adjusting my name
the heart
subscribing to a warmth
of sun that never arrives!

I am the walking dead;
the cold December night of man
The coming of spring shall but warm
The bars and scars of life w/out

I have fantasies built on reality
A kiss of vindication that kisses back
like she I fantasizes to kiss
The kisses which never kiss back
are advertisements that don't fulfill

Alone in loneliness
I am long
No short story
I must trail...

But down this river
far from this prison
distancing this longggg
I am alone

Jus' as death can't see in darkness
Descended to the ground forever, I rot
Till feet can't foot and I've no feet
I am jus' as death
prolonged to linger..

9:39 PM


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