Walking Dead

The dead walking
each and every day through life...
embalming fluid flowing through
my lifeless veins...
Mind better off numb than
on the brink of going insane.
Close my eyes and
try to imagine the happier days...
and I have to ask myself
was I ever really happy?
Mind tangled in a
wicked web of obscenity...
He saw his daughter
and made a grown woman of me.
Who did he really
think he was?
Try to see a smile on my face
when I see
five year old me...
but everything is hazed over
with a film of
Daddy-fucked-me fuzz.
Groans come from
deep within...
Anguish creeping up
and escaping dry and cracked lips...
Reaching out into eternity...
thinkin' my future will be
brighter to me...
but without the light of hope
I have no scope.
Blinded by the ashes of my innocence
raining down like snowflakes...
covering my soul like a mountaintop...
and my very own whispers of tormented pain
continue to haunt me and just won't stop.
Strangled screams...supplications for help...
causing an emotional avalanche.
Years of martyrdom
heaping atop my zombie-like spirit...
emotional death is near...
I can feel it...
and for the first time
in a long time...
I feel strangely alive...
and I'm fueled by a hunger
as I begin to strive
toward the light at the end
of the life I've lived...
as the dead walking
each and every day through life.