Megan Rose's Poetry

Living Dead.

Six feet under but feels like ten, 
Blood so cold beneath my skin. 
Soul is sad it cries dry tears, 
Living dead because of my fears. 
My shadow walks through darkened streets, 
Scaring off anything it meets. 
Traveling through the mid night sky, 
My soul searches for a place to die. 
Heart is cold it transforms to ice, 
I was far delayed to even realize. 
My mind formed into a blank page, 
My inner being turned into nothing but rage. 
Time is lost and cannot be found, 
Living dead forever I am bound.