Hopeless Honesty, Alexis Wadden [macos ebook reader TXT] 📗

Schizophrenic Memories

Their voices ring inside my head

They tell me I'm better off dead

"Who cares if you're gone?"

The silence awakens my dawn.

I can't sleep at night.

Torture, screams, tears, fright.

Can I escape the dreadful noise?

Or will I be left with a suicidal poise?

Never felt to so alive

There were no windows, no light to be seen

The sounda above were muffled, but my hearing was keen.

A woman's voice cried, "Oh, she was so young."

A man in response said, "She should have learned how to bite her tongue."

I tried to move, but my arms were stiff.

The wind howled in an erie riff.

I couldn't escape this nitghtmare, darkness took over.

I was able to move, but the dark was getting colder.

I was wiggling my toes, my body now alive.

I moved my arms, time to arise!

I sat up, only to see,

The disaster right infront of me.

Bodies everywhere, graves dug up,

I suddenly had an insatiable thirst for blood.

I got up and saw a little girl,

The smell of her skin made my head whirl.

I walked to her, she was scared.

I bent down, and touched her hair.

She relaxed, fell asleep.

I grabbed her and bit her deep.

Blood rushed, screams hushed. 

I'd never felt so alive

Than the time I took someone's life.

She died right in front of me. 

I felt bad for a second, then I screamed.

I woke up in a cold sweat.

That was my dream about being a zombie.

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Publication Date: 04-15-2013

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