Something on "My So-Called Undeath" that I decided to fill out :)

1. How did you die?
-Decided it would be a great idea to go swimming in the lake at night...in the winter when it was freezing cold.  Huge lake+Winter+Swimming= dumb idea -.- nvr made it to the other side.

2. How long have you been gone?
-A little over 2 months

3. Death age/true age?
-13/13

4. What do you miss most about being alive?
- I miss being able to taste food man! Hahaha, that and the epic dreams i used to have.

5. What, if anything, is cool about being a zombie?
- I love that I don't have to sleep anymore, gives me more time to read and write, and I love the pale skin tone!

6. How did your family react to you coming back?
- My mom was ticked that I had been so stupid as to do what i had done but accepted me as if i had just almost died and still had a pulse, My dad didn't treat me like I was any different (still had to do my chores lolz) but that was a good thing, My little sister threw a fit about how I'd get more attention than her and refuse to talk to me (she stabs me with needles to make me bleed, just so she can see my blue-ish blood) and my friends thought it was insanely cool and didn't treat me any different.

7. Most humiliating moment as a zombie?
-When some jerk from my math class decided it'd be funny to throw a dart at my back to see if i would react, I didn't notice and when they saw my blue blood on my white shirt, everyone but the teacher freaked and ran out.

8. Visible signs of zombiism?
-I was always pale, but now it's a cool pale, so I just look gothic.  My eyes used to be insanely green, but now they're a lighter shade that I love. My hair used to be so dark, but now it's a light auburn color and I love it!

9. Goals/ambition?
-I want to get all the jerks at my school to see that I'm exactly like them, except that I don't have a pulse, which isn't such a big deal.

10. "If I were alive today, I would..."
- Maybe I wouldn't have taken that midnight swim, but I like life a lot better now...

Ripped to Pieces

The freshly shed tears stain the pillow beside me,
The cuts on my palms are too many to count,
The heart that loves you is ripped to pieces.

You know it hurts me,
You know that I cry,
Yet that's exactly what you want,
Isn't it?

Better Hope

When the moon is full and bright,
You will tumble into the night,
Tossing and turning you try to fight,
Falling into the abyss,
You will burn.

Burning flesh,
A rotting corpse,
Better hope that it's not one that you love.

He withers up,
And turns to dust,
Crying out in agony,
He is gone.

The Ever Changing Sky

The sky is a vast field of color,
Various shades of pink, purple, and blue shower the sky,
A large, orange ball of light is fading into the night.


The sky is splattered with twinkling stars,
The supporting roles,
And a large, white, glowing orb standing center stage,
The star ironically enough.


Then, as i sleep,
Night fades to day,
And i get to relieve the ever changing sky once again tonight.

Winter

The last few leaves from Autumn linger,
clinging to the little branches of the trees.


There is a chill to the air,
a slight frost to the ground.


The Sun shines bright,
but offers little warmth in this Winter.

The Forbidden Flower

That flower wasn't meant for me,
Yet I reach out for it,
Despite the thorns that enclose it.


That flower,
That love,
It's forbidden to me.


Never shall I see the brightness of love.

My Flight

You never loved me,

Did you?

It was all an act,

And I’m sick of being the audience.

I’m done being pulled around,

Bound by these strings,

I can never do anything for myself,

Well now it’s about time to grow some wings.

How can you sit there and treat me like this?

How can you sleep at night,

Knowing that you’ve hurt another,

Well now it’s about time to take my flight.

Broken

The smiles are fake,

The laughter isn’t real,

The happiness is gone,

I feel so dead.

I laugh and smile,

And you believe it,

But she doesn’t,

She can see that I’ve become plastic.

I want you to see me for who I really am,

Not that fake little bitch I’ve become,

But for what you’ve really done to me,

Broken.

What You Wanted

The tears caress my face slowly,

Falling down from my watery eyes,

I hate this feeling,

This feeling of nothingness.

I’m dying,

And there’s no one around to save me,

No one cares,

No one wants to love me.

I cry and cry,

Bleed and bleed,

I slip away quietly,

Unnoticed.

I see your face,

It fades to black,

Now you’re the only thing I see,

It’s what you wanted all along isn’t it?

The Flame

What if life is just like a flame?
If life is like a flame,
then the smoke is like your soul.
What happens once the flame is snuffed out?
The smoke remains,
but it soon disappears.
Is this what happens to us?
Our souls wander the world amongst the living for a little while,
and then float into some unknown place?
Is there anything after this,
or are we just like the smoke,
quick to disappear?