The walking Dead

Don't tell me what is good for me for what do you know?

We lament with brokenhearted tears,
The man who jumps as he gives in to his fears
We bemoan so heartily the man, who thus dies,
This wanton senseless destruction of life

But know not either, you or I
That upon each day, in the same way we die
Irony is such that we don’t even realize,
That while we live, its better we die

Tales of ancients tell of the walking dead,
Whom all who chance across vilify and hate
For even as they stand rotting and in decay,
They spread their plague to all along their way

You who peruse this, what do you feel
Do you sigh, at my wounds unhealed?
Do you think of this as a mind depressed,
So you are sane while for me, melodrama infest

You who pursue, all things in life,
Judging all and laying fie
Never wondering why you think this way,
Only know in your gut, this is what your heart says

You who would tell me how to live,
Spreading your disease with your vampiric teeth
You who would look with slanted eyes,
Spreading your plague, corrupting life

Ever wonder about the way you would think,
Ever wondered why we all sink
You think yourself unusual but you are not,
For humans are self centered, and our insides rot

Condemn me then to your heart’s desire,
Spread your plague like a wanton fire
To you I might be dead forever,
But you are the walking dead of ancients, hateful and evil

The walking dead