I started to write. Texts, poems, "songs"... I'd like to share a poem, (song?) that I think it's pretty good honestly. I feel proud about it. Share your thoughts on comments if you like to :)
|Zombie boy|
Zombie boy, I buried you,
but I dug you up —
what a bad decision.
Zombie boy, you’re rotten,
you tried to eat my chest;
I told you to stop,
and you ended up eatin’ up my heart.
Now I’m dead alive.
Zombie boy, you infected me.
You only wanted to taste me;
once the morbid thrill disappeared,
you pushed me to the ditch.
Runnin’ too slow,
I’m rotting flesh,
I didn’t see it coming.
Zombie boy, don’t pretend —
you’re far away from fresh.
My guts are wrecking out
when the brain starts to ache.
Zombie boy, you’re so slow;
if my taste wasn’t great,
why don’t ya bury the remains?
Now I’m dead alive.
Teeth marks on my rotten body
remind me of all the suffering.
Your nasty hands enjoyed the ride, right?
All your make-up’s just expired.
You run so slow, Zombie boy,
I can see you from the ditch.
My bones are broken up,
so I won’t move a thing.
Waiting for you to turn back —
an apology, that’s all I ask.
Now I'm dead alive
Zombie boy! Dead alive
Nom I'm dead alive zombie boy!
Zombie boy zo-zo-zombie boy!
Yep that's it :) hope you liked it.
Last updated on:2025-10-24T08:02:22+05:30
Comments (6)
this is deep. when you wrote “i buried you but i dug you up,” were you talking about going back to someone you already let go of? or more like the memories you can’t stop revisiting?
Both! I tried to bury him, I was the one who ended the relationship back in the day, but I "dug him up" this year (We casually reconnected). Like, I never stopped having feeling towards him, but to move on with my life I buried everything related to him on my mind. Until this year :'). And yes, of course, Since the newest break up I keep myself in the past, re-reading conversations, checking my gallery... So it references everything you mentioned. Glad you found it deep <3
this is actually so good. keep writing, seriously. that creative outlet thing? it’s not just healing, it’s survival. i swear writing saved me when i couldn’t talk about the pain out loud.
Thank you so much! It's actually a great way to let off steam. And, really, it's like surviving day by day with the storm in your head :,)
i wrote stuff like this too when i was trying to make sense of someone who drained me but still had a hold on me. “now i’m dead alive” really got me — that’s exactly how it felt after loving someone who kept taking even when there was nothing left.
I feel you :(, the emptiness it's almost undescribable. Dead alive was the best attempt to put into words this disgusting feeling while you have to pretend and keep on with everything else.