Zombie Me

January 6, 2012
By , Dallas, TX
Violets are red,
Roses are blue,
Clouds are as gloomy as you.
Rain drips like blood,
Blood falls like rain.
Your face is messed up,
Your bones our so weak,
walking through the street with no feet.
Zombies come,
Zombies go,
but I will never leave.

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