Walking around, without being seen <br />no single sound, can bring eyes to me <br />finally i lay, corpse now at peace <br />i get up and say, what a relief <br />looking around, people are in mourn <br />looking down, now full of scourn <br />i see me, as my earthy body <br />how can this be, im still here living <br />taking a closer look, skin is pale <br />like pages in a book, my life, i failed<br /><br />Bellaina Bella Hernandez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-dead-8/
