Wondering And Lost

there is much to be said

about the walking dead

that's left of me

stumbling around duty bound

feeding off the words you said

and the forgotten flesh

once laid in bed

as we pressed our hopes together

and go out

of our heads and spoke with our hearts

instead

now i wander the world

wanting only to feed

on the scraps

of our broken dreams

or should i say MY broken dreams

seeing as how you never wanted them

from the start to finish