....... zombie ........

...


awakened from a part of being undead
jump-started by the world that unsaid

months of walking in pain
what is this feeling in one's veins?

forgotten of what made one smile
fail to see what makes life worthwhile

going through life of being half dead
everyday like life was just made

nothing to make one feels again
nothing that follows but pain

deep inside, deep in one's head
guess its harder executed than said

then wait for ... 'that something'
push through life like everyday was a fling

lost the connection what being said
remain is of those memories of the undead

...

in loving memory of
the cranberries dolores o'riordan

R.I.P.