Zombie
My heart was born a daisy, free as the warm summer wind that blew
A gentle kiss upon my lashes, singing as I grew.
I was a bird, no hands could catch me as I flew ‘cross the star speckled sky,
no prison that condemned me so I couldn’t go so high.
I could not feel the bitter of winter quite as deeply as I do now,
No more could I feel the sweetness of April with raindrops on my brow.
I saw the sun shine, but not quite so brightly,
And when I embraced it wasn’t so tightly
As I embrace one permanent face that haunts my teenage dreams.
Now I am no longer free at all, I am the walking dead.
I walk with chains around my ankles, attached each path I tread
To a small and nearly invisible thread that holds my entire being,
A hypnotized slave, dying once again with each day it’s master’s face is seen.
I am killed by Leah, without a knife. No knife could produce such deep a pain
As the shining sunlight through her eyes that curdles the blood in my veins.
I hold her up with my two hands and carry her so that her feet won’t ache,
A foolish poet who spends the night pondering over my selfish mistake,
To fall in to that dark abyss where I could not walk away
And climb out of my burning love, my sanity drained away.
Now each word I write is Leah,
Each warbling note I sing is Leah,
Every scar upon my back, hidden under many clothes is Leah.
But I do not regret my broken heart,
For each time her hand brushes across my shoulder,
When her smile flashes, removing the boulder, I’m mended.
Each time I’m in the clouds, it’s Leah,
Each time I laugh out loud, it’s Leah,
Every time I smile alone and cannot explain why, it’s Leah.
I drift off and dream of Leah, my insides changing white to black,
Her voice that whispered to me the truth, her permanent fingerprints on my back,
But then she always pulls away and leaves my limp arms longing,
Living for another change to hold her close to me, belonging,
Melting into her very skin, I am a part of Leah.
But I must exist only a part, not completely joined to her,
For I can tell it in my heart that she does not long for me so,
Never fearing of when my arms will let go.
I thought only I held her body up, but that was before I fell
And then she tried her best to steady me, comfort me as well
As she could.
Leah is not my other half,
Though I’m only myself when I’m attached
To her strange and quirky beauty.
Never will I have enough of the poison that I drink,
And each day more desperate do I sink
Into my fire-filled heart.
Slowly ripping me apart, I cannot bear to tell her,
For it would not change the hands of fate,
The sadly sweet dewdrop which I ate
And was never the same again.
She is a mirage, with each time my hand almost touches what it wants
She fades away into the mist, her photograph it haunts
My wrestles tangle of hopeless love.
Her hair falls down in chocolate strands, dark ribbons that strangle my fragile soul,
And I am a zombie, mindless, melting into the palm of her hands.
A gentle kiss upon my lashes, singing as I grew.
I was a bird, no hands could catch me as I flew ‘cross the star speckled sky,
no prison that condemned me so I couldn’t go so high.
I could not feel the bitter of winter quite as deeply as I do now,
No more could I feel the sweetness of April with raindrops on my brow.
I saw the sun shine, but not quite so brightly,
And when I embraced it wasn’t so tightly
As I embrace one permanent face that haunts my teenage dreams.
Now I am no longer free at all, I am the walking dead.
I walk with chains around my ankles, attached each path I tread
To a small and nearly invisible thread that holds my entire being,
A hypnotized slave, dying once again with each day it’s master’s face is seen.
I am killed by Leah, without a knife. No knife could produce such deep a pain
As the shining sunlight through her eyes that curdles the blood in my veins.
I hold her up with my two hands and carry her so that her feet won’t ache,
A foolish poet who spends the night pondering over my selfish mistake,
To fall in to that dark abyss where I could not walk away
And climb out of my burning love, my sanity drained away.
Now each word I write is Leah,
Each warbling note I sing is Leah,
Every scar upon my back, hidden under many clothes is Leah.
But I do not regret my broken heart,
For each time her hand brushes across my shoulder,
When her smile flashes, removing the boulder, I’m mended.
Each time I’m in the clouds, it’s Leah,
Each time I laugh out loud, it’s Leah,
Every time I smile alone and cannot explain why, it’s Leah.
I drift off and dream of Leah, my insides changing white to black,
Her voice that whispered to me the truth, her permanent fingerprints on my back,
But then she always pulls away and leaves my limp arms longing,
Living for another change to hold her close to me, belonging,
Melting into her very skin, I am a part of Leah.
But I must exist only a part, not completely joined to her,
For I can tell it in my heart that she does not long for me so,
Never fearing of when my arms will let go.
I thought only I held her body up, but that was before I fell
And then she tried her best to steady me, comfort me as well
As she could.
Leah is not my other half,
Though I’m only myself when I’m attached
To her strange and quirky beauty.
Never will I have enough of the poison that I drink,
And each day more desperate do I sink
Into my fire-filled heart.
Slowly ripping me apart, I cannot bear to tell her,
For it would not change the hands of fate,
The sadly sweet dewdrop which I ate
And was never the same again.
She is a mirage, with each time my hand almost touches what it wants
She fades away into the mist, her photograph it haunts
My wrestles tangle of hopeless love.
Her hair falls down in chocolate strands, dark ribbons that strangle my fragile soul,
And I am a zombie, mindless, melting into the palm of her hands.