poem


Take my soul and dress it black

Emotions left for tears I lack

I'm finding there's no room to breathe

Crowded spaces, all eyes on me

Tormented spirits and crying eyes

Into the darkness, recite goodbyes

I'm dying, rotting, watch me fall

You had me then, we had it all

These walls, they're closing in on me

I cannot talk, I dare not see

These horrid souls vacate their graves

They come for us, and we must pay

You scream out loud, you beg, you plead

But when you're gone, these souls you'll lead

The undead army is surely real

They want to live, they come to kill

So run, and hide, your face they'll steal

I can assure you, that they are real..........