Undead

Another set of verse about my favorite flavor of undead.

Walk within these cemetery gates,
To the burial ground of my mind.
Here in lies pieces of me.
My dreams and hopes,
And all my aspirations,
My beliefs in love,
My high expectations,
My lust for life.
Here’s all my losses.
Things I’ll never get back.
My smile and my glow,
The warmth of my heart,
The fire in my soul,
My excitement and trust,
And everything in the pit of my gut.
My body remains,
Walking through life on autopilot,
Zombie like.
A cadaver not yet ready to lay down,
Sucking the souls of the living.
Eating the minds of the weak,
And unsuspecting.
I live merely to bring others
Down to my level.
What kind of unlife is this?
What kind of undeath is this?
What kind of existence is this?
It is mine.
Undead and lifeless.
Dead Mandi walking.
The rest of me lies here.
All of the important stuff.
All of the stuff that made me
Me.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy it.