I am a Torutured Soul

I am a tortured soul, A kindred Spirit, I do not need to die to be a ghost. I have haunted these planes for years, With a sorrow-filled smile, And bright eyes that could break your heart. I am the epitome of a zombie, But I do not desire the taste of flesh. I am the drug induced walking dead. I feel like a succubus, Needing the human passion to survive. I crave from the depths of this hollow body. I am attached to this body bag, I am waiting for life to be breathed back into me. I feel numb...wanting for nothing and everything. Watching and waiting for people to stop being egocentric! I have a sorrow-filled smile, And bright eyes that could break any heart. I am a tortured soul, a kindred spirit A zombie that does not desire human flesh, But a succubus begging for passion. A ghost that is living and haunting these planes. I am waiting for these cracks to heal. To once more be whole, To once again love and be loved. I no longer want to be this ghost, This shell of nothing at all, This demon begging to be cast out. I can live with being a zombie, But to have no passion or desire, Is not a way to live or what I want to live for. I wish I had never given my heart away. To have it break and shatter; to have it scattered all over the earth! Yet a piece of me is with them and all always will be. And I hope you get to feel my tortured soul, That screams and wails like a banshee. That it tears you apart into multiply pieces. I hope that every man that hurt a woman feels my wrath! As I become this creature that tears apart their body, mind, and soul. To feed them to the depths of hell. I am this thing that frightens the bravest of men. I frighten them to their very core! To where they shake and tremble. To where they are nervous about falling in love and breaking a heart, And that I will never forgive those who play with woman’s heart! That took their compassion and tore it to sherds. Their gracious beautiful souls will walk with me. Until they're healed and are willing to open up again. We will be the undead, energy sucking vampires. Looking for passion, a succubus wanting...waiting. A zombie that is induced with the past efforts of love. A ghost that can be seen, heard, and touched. That moans and cries out. Louder then any wolf and caws louder than any Crow. We are tortured souls, yet kindred spirits, Wanting for nothing, but craving for that special feeling... Waiting to feel love again. Women that have survived. With a sorrow-filled smile, And bright eyes that could break your heart.