I'm Already Dead Poem from a Dead Hand

You see me breathe you see my hair blow in the night air. As the sinister candles burn and. My dead hand holds the pen with anger and rage as I let the drops of blood drip on the pages.

Can't you see I am the walking dead my soul and heart no longer feels. For love is a lie, how can I fly or ever touch the sky if I am trapped in this hell with these souls who waste away their lives.

So many times I tried to die, but I no longer try. I am already Dead, and I write this words with my dead hand. I hope you understand this is goodbye. I tried to believe I tried to see magic in love, but it's all lies.

Life is worthless without an Eternal Lover and Soulmate, so eternal darkness may be my fate. This is only the dark side of me, the side most will never see.

But I want you to read this words written with the Dead Hand at my funeral. Because then I will haunt this earth casting darkness so that one day they will understand the sad lost souls and Sinister Hearts of the ones who never found this soul mate in this horrible world.

Signed in blood... with the sinister pen, written by my DEAD HAND!

SEE YOU IN HELL !