KrIsTiNa CoTTo

Rookie (may 3rd / milwaukee)

Dead Soul - Poem by KrIsTiNa CoTTo

Looking in my eyes can you tell im a dead soul?
I have no spirit no guide or sense of control.
I lash out on people walking down the street
And my hair hasn't been done in weeks.
My eyes are blood shot and there are dark bags under my eyes.
My lips are cracked and chapped.
Im the definition of the walking dead.
No blood in my veins and my flesh well it is going away
My fingers are falling off piece by piece.
My brain is oozing out of what is left of my right ear
As it drips to my shoulder I realize I am the walking dead.
Walking on an earth that it is just me no voice I have
No point no need.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012

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