Soul of the Living Dead
Don't come closer you may burn your hands,
I am nothing more than ashes,
ashes of my dreams,
Don't come closer you may not hear me,
I am the silent death,
of my screams,
I have travelled many miles,
and I have been buried alive,
in many places,
in my heart's empty spaces,
Don't come closer,
you may not find anything,
you may find a bore in me,
you may find a secluded shore in me,
you may find a gloomy core in me,
you may not find anything,
so, please,
don't come closer.

I like the fact that this is deep, you can't read it without feeling something. Short and precise. Good job.

thank you