You come for my life
Hands outstretched, handed down gown
Twisted mane, face twisted in pain.
I can see you now
Pale skin, purple bruises
She refuses to stop haunting me
Crawling on her knees, she's beckoning me.
I tell myself you're just a memory
a frightening fantasy
Yet I see you reaching out to me
I swear it on my heart, on my broken eye
beautiful child, I know you're a lie
Demon don't deceive me with her skin
Don't try to defy my will with my kin
I won't take your hand
I won't let my heart win.
After asking a couple of my friends to tell me what they think this poem means, I realized that what I wrote and what I intended doesn't seem to be clearly aligned with each other.
It was supposed to be a mother seeing a monster/devil in the form of her dead daughter. She's old, hence the 'broken eye'. The demon can also be taken as her own regrets of having failed to save her daughter from her death. She refuses to follow the same fate that befell her daughter. After the first few lines depicting the form of her daughter in a gruesome way, she still calls her a 'beautiful child'.
To her, her daughter, even after death, is beautiful. Or maybe she has gone quite insane by the grief that she sees nothing ugly about the zombie. By saying I won't let my heart win, it is intended that she is surviving only by the logic of her brain and not by the will of her heart.
Again, the poem is entirely up to however you guys like to interpret it, this is just what I had in mind when I wanted to write this poem.
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