Young Beat Bullet

October 9, 2012
By AnthonyDavidHall PLATINUM, Valrico, Florida
AnthonyDavidHall PLATINUM, Valrico, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." - Oscar Wilde


Echoes of sirens bounce from house to house
Trapped between the plywood and the plaster
Each wave of sound bites like a hungry louse
A whip itching the hand of the master
Do not trust the darkness or the quiet
For now is when the Zombies come to feast
A Monster can be caged without much fret
But nothing can hope to tame the young beast
If I can’t have my fairytale ending
Then my legend will be an explosion
The humidity begins condensing
And this town is left with a dying Sun
The sirens have faded into the night
I’ll rest for now, but tomorrow, I fight


The author's comments:
Ever been convinced that everyone in your town is out to get you? Well, some of us have. Some of us wrote sonnets about it. This is one.

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on Oct. 15 2012 at 10:20 am
AnthonyDavidHall PLATINUM, Valrico, Florida
23 articles 0 photos 15 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." - Oscar Wilde

Definitely supposed to be "Young Beast Bullet" Darn keyboard.




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