December 6, 2008
By Nicktorian Bryant, Morehead City, NC

Walking down a lonely street
Darkness is closing in on me. And the graveyard is haunting me
The gravestones are taunting me. Constantly following me of the names in which who they use to be.

There’s a spark in the sky, flames fly
Upon us, which make the dead come alive, they awoke from the ground and rose
To the sky surround by the dead, I feel my freedom run bye right before my eyes. Palms full of blood fall from my eyes.

Numb I stand in the middle of the street fear overcomes me on my knees I become weak. Tears race down my cheek my body meets defeat.

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