Now

Senseless words
Unfinished stories
Nothing to do
Antything to think of (or, at least, that I want to)
Dark colours
Unending lazyness
Nothing on TV
Smoke
Ashes
Me, at this time…

Undead

Who am I? No one
What is it? Nothing
I can’t see…
(not even when I close my eyes)
I can’t hear…
(‘thought the world is full of noise)
I can’t feel…
(just because I don’t want to)
I can’t love…
(AND I DON’T CARE)

It’s dark…
It’s raining…
It’s cold…
It’s empty…
It’s boring…
It’s breaking…
It’s rotten…
It’s nothing at all…
It’s undead… an horrid corpse…
(cold flames burn my soul… it hurts…)

My wings can’t make me fly… not anymore.
I know how it feels… I’ve been here before.
I would CRY…
I would YELL…
I would SHOUT…
But I can’t!
I’m dead a long time ago… but I don’t know it… Yet!