I am the walking dead heartbreaker.

My apologies.

I'm happy.

You'll never understand what it's like to be,

Trapped under six feet of solid glass.

I can see out,

But no one gets in.



Screaming at this prison,

I've locked myself into.

I'm sorry that I'm still breathing,

And that I'll kill again.

The loneliness is too much for me to handle,

But the taste of fresh blood,

Pushes me on. 



The fear of romance,

The pain of living,

The joy of sorrow,

The strength of not forgiving.



I told myself the constant pain,

Would ease the tension burning inside,

But the nights were cold,

And the days dragged to weeks.

I will die here.

Alone, I will die.



God help me, 

I'm so tired, 

But in my dreams the wolves eat out my soul. 

God help me, 

I'm so frightened, 

But in my dreams wolves tear out my heart



I used to be golden,

A saint in a time of sorrow,

But then the turning came and I kissed the sun goodbye.

Don't you get it?

It's always darker in my eyes,

The screams of my brothers,

Egging me on.