Out of the shadows the zombies crawl torture and death they plot for us all. Throughout all the streets people running in fear but no one will make it this year. Pushing and shoving some fall to the ground some to be eaten some to be drowned. Everyone captured by the new dawns day. People cried people prayed but no one can be saved on this day.
W.R.
My bleeding soul twisted inside crys to me, die tonight. I know that it is not my time, but I cant ignore the pain inside. I used to release it with wine but now that bottle is bone dry. Someday, I know, I'll be alright, but I'll always stay, broken inside. One day, we all must die. So why don't we pick our own demise? Shattered, I know, is the spirit I once had. Even though depression makes me glad. I wish I could just disapeer, and never know of such horrible fear.
W.R.
Posted by oz/myartpage
at 4:32 PM PDT
Updated: Tuesday, 27 July 2004 4:47 PM PDT
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Updated: Tuesday, 27 July 2004 4:47 PM PDT
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