I still bear the mark upon my arm
Branded upon me against my will
Yet the memory is burned upon my mind
The memory of that dreadful day remains
If only, I had known it was to come
I would have gone a different path
Innocently, I traveled that dreadful path
Unbeknownst, it could have been my last
Yet tragedy did strike me that very day
Oh my beloved One, my life was spared
Nothing was left of thee but a lifeless shell
I was left to mourn your loss, as day by day
I rose again, as one of the living dead
No joy or peace I felt, only despair
In a Zombie like state, I remained
I continued on my endless path
Waiting for the nightmare to end
When will the nightmare end for me?
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