Dead

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I dance among these dark tombstones
Surrounded by the deads lost moans.

Silver flash of blades,
White flash of teeth.

Clawed hands grasping,
Voices rasping.

Heart pounding,
Screams are sounding.

Blood is spraying,
Hounds are baying.

Feel my heartbeat,
Hear the bells ring.

Waves crashing on the shore,
Can I ever hope for more?

I dance among these dark tombstones
Twisting in the deads' lost moans;

Will I ever find my peace?
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Hey! I just watched the latest episode of The Walking Dead. So. This happened. Hope you like it!

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