after
living here
for so many years.
a hunger aches in our soulless eyes.
burns out our rotten hearts.
and we yearn.
So,
we ate each other.
but it didn't cure our hunger.
than it came in a wave.
the living be will be our greatest game.
one bite and we're hooked.
like a drug we're addicted.
that's when the bodies pile,
and our hunger grew stronger.
yet it doesn't last.
cause we crumble and we hurt.
a side effect
we over looked
cause it's better to feel alive.
then to search for a way.
to stay dead
once and for all.
YOU ARE READING
LIVING DEAD
PoetryBook one of 'WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Down here it always rains. Pouring down while we all sing. A melody that is no good. But we bleed it like we should. Black eyes and we never cry. Why are you so surprised? We're all living lies. Until there is no...
