A Town of Zombies

The whisper of your fingertips coats my skin.
The flavor of your kisses wrap around my lips.

I stare at my hand,
It's so empty,
I'm left feeling bland.

Clouds rain down memories of soft spoken words.
The memories that are fading; make everything worse.

One toe out of line, and everything will crash down.
I just can't wait to leave the past of this town.

The people here are zombies, drooling of insecurities.
Bathing in sins, we are just like a witch.

I drag myself to the window, looking over a place that's unlivable.

The stars shine dull, like my eyes.
Nothing great will ever come with a sunrise.