Not finished

I walked through hell,

And found you on the other side.

There awaiting, my undead guide.

Who ever knew it would end up with me leading you,

Not you but I, knew what to do.

The emptiness inside,

I defeated it.

But then again, as this monster rears its fearsome head,

I wonder, did it ever really die,

Or simply slumber under watching eyes.

It's no longer empty that I feel,

But who's to know, maybe we aren't real.

Reality is what you make of it,

Perhaps apathy or rage filled fit.

Numb is an emotion,

Frozen waves in an ice filled ocean.

No darkness creeps, no being thrives,

No thoughts wander among lifeless lies.

We stand equal within this strange abyss,

The last two names on an unfinished list.