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 Zombie Misery®
Pain picks at my soul and flesh
simply gnaws away it cleans,
what's left of me must again start fresh
and live out my dreams.
I go about my day
a zombie on a mission,
waiting for burial my way
and to sleep with peace in my coffin.
Life goes on all around
but i just growl in horror,
cause for me none is found
i keep rotting to the core.
They say suicide is murder
cause it's taking a life well,
this is no life ever
since i've been sent to this pit to dwell.
What it's called is Mercy
Killing of such grief,
not even alive is me
robbed by happy's thief.
Copyright© 2012
Sally



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