Living Corpses

I was bored so i wrote.

Living Corpse

little voice
locked within my head
why be here
when i’d rather be dead

the dead among the living fools
choosing to win
and sometimes lose
twirling ribbons of silk and satin
binding what is never coming

little voice
inside my mind
instead of living
choosing to die

dancing with Lucifer among the flames
free from the world and mortal cage
more alive then i was before
back from the dead to settle the score
wishing for the happenings of tomorrow
leave me be

little voice
that’s louder still
thirst for the feelings
that will never fill

if you believe im living
you could be quite wrong
what i am is contradicting to the end
fighting with decaying flesh
no longer feeling anything

little voice
shrill as nails
shrieking from underground
“we are living corpses”


mournfulangel 2006-11-08