The Wall

That ugly wall.
The awful wall that seperates me
From the things that linger on the other side.
Things that would frighten the living dead.
It frightens me just to think about it.
When I get help from the outside, a thing dies.
I know this from the wails, screams,
and horrible moans
Coming from that wall.
I'd wish that the wall would fall
And the burdens would never burden me again.
Maybe then my life would be easier.