A walking message of darkness,
No joy in their footsteps,
No life in their eyes.
They are the walking dead.
Life abandoned for no apparent reason,
Waiting for the inevitable end.
Bringing others down is their only respite,
Another loses what they should treasure.
The tombs of the living dead,
Freshly opened but awaiting occupation.
The soul-less masses wasting a gift,
Only missed once its gone.
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"Kill me first". Crying with bleeding eyes,. Tears of a curse,. "Make it rain red". Whispers,. "Pain is the only thing. to let me know I'm alive.". Heart crimson bled. beating in frail hands,.
This place is a hole, But home for the shattered, A distant scream, Another one battered, Whispers and mumbles fly through the dead air, Was that real. Ha. who would care.
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