It Started with an 'R'.

Hey there! I've recently read Warm Bodies and must've watched the trailers over a hundered times! I can't wait to see it, and in tribute, here's a little poem :) I hope you likeee :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Warm Bodies.


Cold as ice,

In the start,

Wandering aimless,

With a frozen over heart,

I see destruction,

Chaos,

The end,

All before me,

But can I voice my thoughts?

No I can't.

What am I doing with my life?

I just want to connect,

Why can't I connect with people?

Why must I amble through this wasteland?

Why can't I think straight again?

Oh right, it's cos I'm dead.

Talk without pain,

I've gone insane,

But who's to blame?

I wish I could introduce myself,

But I don't remember my name,

I think it started with an 'R',

But that's all I can remember so far,

I want my life to change for good,

I know I'm not behaving the way I should.

I wander around all these lonely shells,

Who gape back at me,

Broken down,

Brittle as fingernails.

I have no place specific to go,

I guess I'll just keep stumbling,

Around and around,

Without much sound,

This is what my 'life' has become now…

I'm not living,

But I'm not really dead,

I'm trapped inside this wandering corpse of a body,

The only company is in my head,

Maybe one day,

Things may change,

I'll become living,

And remember my name,

I can't remember it now,

I think it started with an 'R',

But that's all I've got so far.


Tell me what you thought?