Zombie

Like a zombie I roam,
For a hopeless life is an endless life,
Void of all emotion,
Of which you have been robbed,
Robbed of what once was yours.

A soul cannot be replaced,
With cuts so raw and deep the body bled…
Bled, bleeds, bleeding…
Bleeding till you lay in a pool of blood,
Crying out in a whisper to he who cut.

He, not realising the pain he caused, stands.
To him you cry as you bleed,
The one who destroys is he you long for.
Longing for the abyss of pain,
Simply because its his…