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Ashen faces full of grief

Pale white faces look back at me,

Dead eye stare fixed ahead

The look of the walking dead.

In darkness they dwell victims of their own self creation

Seething, breathing, anticipation,

Waiting for a full moon cry

Wake me up before like these

I die deep down inside.

I don’t want to feel this suffering,

I don’t want to feel this pain,

I aspire to more than this,

I am going to kick down the door,

Because I want to live.

No more dwelling in the darkness

No more self inflicted suffering and pain,

Its time to start inspiring

Myself, in my own name,

Because no one else is going to help me

They are in the same place,

I don’t want to be there too,

They are in that same state of self loathing,

Under going that same grief,

I don’t want to be part of the walking dead,

I want to feel the love and joy in every breath,

I don’t want to be lost in the darkness,

I want to find my way to happiness.