I'm living yet so dead...
a corpse walking, that is I,
Crimson is dead, but her heart still beats,
can you hear the drum of a heart undead?
Faint and fading, the sound so gentle and slow,
Death for the living, how is this so?
Lost to the grim, we all shall show,
I Die alive, contradiction perhaps,
I die to be alive, yet wish for death to be,
wondering about the thought of living dead,
I'm already that....time to look ahead.
Gosh, this may be grim for some, but I saw my own living corpse moving about. I die alive, I die to be alive. Brilliant!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Girl, I think anyone who read this would be able to see a version of themself in your place. We have all been the living dead at some stage but we all bounce back. This is truly lovely.