You told a dead man,
"Touch me, I dare you try".
One single look from his angry eyes,
I became deluded with a sense of humor
Who are you,
and what have you done
with the old me?
It was messed up in a creative way
Life, that is.
A dead man walked
While the living
were six feet below the ground.
Frankenstein number two?
Who are you?
A walking dead man
strung up by the cord called life.
Why are you still walking, dead man?
For you have no reason to be,
for you are not alive
For you have no emotions,
no life,
no love,
no anger or sadness.
Take yourself far away from here.
you deserve that, at the very least,
live your life.
Dead or alive,
you mean nothing to me.
-Counting Sheep
CITEȘTI
Fairy Dreams
PoezieIt all started with you... *All poems are created and owned by me. Should anyone use my material without permission, it can lead to severe legal disputes and potential infringement claims*
