avalon

the cadence of a dull heart
grey were the days and softly spoken were the words
nothing too exuberent to rattle the world around
but marked out eyes and crusted lips told of a time
when the blood ran through the veins
fresh and attentive
yes- there once was a life inside this now tarnished body
and the criptic soul of a being who can no longer feel
no longer empathize
no longer project any kind of love
so many fingers pointed in oblivion
this jury with it's hypocritical smiles and unflawed life
yeah it is easy for them
it's easy to place the blame and interpret thing they don't understand
or eventry to understand
but this entity hold secrets so deep inside
it is impossible to comprehend
so much history and tales of life that this world
would never appreciate
so the irony and eulogy of these two worlds
is fat with conflict
the stuggle will never end
where people humiliate zombies
even though these people who claim to be alive
are indeed much more dead