Saturday, November 24, 2012

Walking Dead

Sleepless facing all the years; black and white flashbacks play like a silent movie. The character in the story watching the killer come. Frozen, no running or screaming; just waiting for death, the only consequence when living comes to a halt. Not a true mortal end, but worse since your still walking this earth.

Trapped inside your mind are the screams for release, let me go you self enemy! Scratching, clawing up all night trying to devise your great escape. There is no greater torture than residing inside a motionless shell. Stuck in your fear, pain and past. How do you give rebirth, before life passes you by? Funny how the past tries to paralyze you when it's time to start something new..

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