Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Walking Dead

(D. k.)

It shouldn't have gone like this.
It shouldn't have been this way.

Drawing my blades clean with one swoop,
I stare at the deep pierced wound on the dead body's stomach.

We've all lost, everything in this war.
A war that started even before I was born,
Has led me to keep fighting thirty-nine years later.
A war of the human race; To survive.

Coughing out blood from my mouth,
I recall the bleeding scar wounds on my body.
Getting up from my knees,
I stagger on my limping left leg.

I've got to keep moving;
The scars on my body, are nothing compared to the scars this war has left on my mind.

Gazing upon the face of my murdered victim,
I offer a silent prayer in my heart.

May his soul find peace,
In a better world free from this atrocity called earth.

There's no saving grace in the hearts of men,
Just monstrosity.
I barely recognise the face of my victim;
When you've fought war for this long,
Everyone becomes an enemy in your eyes.
You may survive today,
But next sunset might be your downfall.
It's impossible to hope;
Not for anything good.
Everyday I keep walking;
Not to survive,
But to keep moving.
I've laid waste to my spirit,
And set my soul ablaze.
I'm just a walking corpse now.