Submissions by ZoMbiEaMBiaNCe

I just wanna live, Im still the same kid, with dark clouds roaming around my brains stem
I never hated them, they just gave me enough bleak venom, for when I black out I wanna sink my teeth in them
Never was a coward, I have enough anger to make yourself esteem collapse like the towers
I am heartless reciting hate vows
I hate how I am like this, I wanna just make things right its...
Killing me inside knowing I probably will never be alive, till the day that I die, for my grav shall arrive
Just to trap my thoughts in a pine box, I find that not worth it
Cremations...

So.... you ever feel like your rotting away?


I try to sleep the best I can
Hard, when scars are screaming at you man
I'll be damned if it slams my life in a jam
But then again .. here I am
Stuck in a mass problem for relationships
Aching fits, from my heart that's about frozen to bits
Debating if I should quit? Quit what life? Yea that shit
I will never commit suicide but Ill be asking for it..
Travailing through my mind, only images of old clocks with reverse time
Words from wise, seem to only put crows in the sky
I am not knowing why, am...

I'm having illogical dreams, Sweet possible scenes, Or bad enough to make me want to scream, And never go back to sleep
Pools of thoughts poured into my brain that rots
Channeling through my imaginary t.v, trying to figure out what went wrong
Every time I investigate, I find myself starting to turn in liquid and  cascade into a mind state, that I could either be afraid or shed tears from all the pain
I cant move, grab someone just to see what I go through this will be something I cant prove, So i grab my pen and try to paint
The everyday that my brain trys to fade away...

There's a zombie INSIDE ME!!
And I'd hide because from any tiny disruption, you'll find the destruction of all society
Fall and freeze with your hands behind your back, your friends will find you fractured I attack first and your last
So I'm walking away laughing, stay passive
I tell myself but aggressions my weapon of choice
Can you feel me? Fuck if you can feel me or not
'Cause really its not for you of feeling the pot holes of death with thrills
Head for the hills if you want to to keep that head for real 'cause I intend to kill
I belge more flavor then you...