It would have been a very long time,
She stayed locked inside an empty home,
She chained herself with a soundly chime,
Beating her devils and her emotion.

She’s a total beat day by day,
Petrified with the future sounds of the knocker,
She wants to kill, whoever’s at the doorway,
If you loved your life, don’t bother.

Don’t just dare to crash and barge inside,
Only to find out a gruesome being,
The being who seems lying on her side,
With bloodshot eyes, at you she’s glaring.

Alone she lives like a living dead,
Less food and water, and an aid of a gun,
Not even a memory and tears to shed,
She’s hanging her life with a mission undone.

The dirt on the floor’s been a companion,
Her most trusted blanket to cover each night,
The ones which infected her precious wounds,
And the ones which healed her historical fright.

She spent some summer with a flaming mind,
Some autumn to have her heart tracked,
Some winter to see what’s nowhere to find,
And soon the spring to bring herself back.

And just on one bitter-sweet sunset,
There’s a whisper of a shadowy mentor,
The wind is finally whistling Death,
To greet her most important visitor.

She remained flat and lifeless on the floor,
Until her man marched in,
He crouched to give her a smile so sore,
And she paid the same, her killer grin.

She raised her hands, gripping her gun,
Seeing her man drawing his knife,
But he was dumbfounded, forgetting to run,
And now he’s the being to spend an afterlife.

The living dead in the house is now rising,
Her feet got back from where once they died,
Her tears rushed, her eyes now tingling,
Her heart yells, “I’m the dead that just revived.”