Death of Us

November 29, 2010
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Cold as death but walking flesh;
We watch our own disaster;
Blood filled screams fill the air and covers the walls like plaster;
See, they don't
Touch is nothing
But yet they sense and draw to us;
Like moths to flame they gather;
Laughter comes from those giving into insanity;
As now the only light we have left fades;
Pure darkness now spreads andd more screams arise;
As we see nothing but dead white eyes

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Treckintime said...
Jan. 13, 2011 at 3:17 pm
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lizzy1002 said...
Jan. 2, 2011 at 1:23 pm
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