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The Living Corpse

All I see is black

Like a moonless night

Beauty holding back

Ugly wins the fight.

 

Free she was born

Prisoner she was raised

Great weight she borne

Greater price she paid.

 

God blessed her with a face

Men cursed her with a veil

Spirits made her in a high place

Society through her in a deep vale.

 

Hating her own kind

Preferring the other side

Life destroyed her mind

From being put aside.

 

Choices can’t be made

Thoughts not allowed

Smiles begin to fade

Cries became loud.

 

Dreams dropping like flies

Nightmares coming to life

Pain showing in her eyes

Like being stabbed by a knife.

 

Now moving like a walking ghost

Passing through with crushed up hopes

Hopes she had but now are lost

The day she was born a corpse.

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Written by
jimi-imad
Lebanese
Published
Feb 4, 2010
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