The Living Dead Poem by Ade Santi

My life was a normal kind of life, nothing weird about my life...
Never changes even the time still walking, slowly...
Still, my life are still moving... Until...
The darkness's sweet words start to whispering me...

I am awake in the darkness side of the life...
I was not alive, but not dead at all...
I feel no pain, even the flame start to wrap me...
Burning me with the time, slowly...

My life start to changing...
With the time that still walking, i start to realizing...
With the world that still moving, i start to feeling...
The way of the living dead suffering…

Why I waste all my gift?
Why I need to go to this way?
Why no one cares about me?
Are they afraid of…The living dead?