Undead Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

i want the end
but it just keeps going
i'll live forever
as a curse, for knowing

and i wish i had never spoken
for it was better to be asleep
than to be alive and be woken
to the sound of my misery

i keep looking for my soul
but i guess i threw it away

i beg for tears, but none,
i live for death, but none,
i slave for purpose, but none,
i wish for change, but none,
i plead to stay, but none,

and this...is what it is like
to be undead

i keep looking for my soul
but i guess i threw it away