Tommorows coming quickly my heart is dusty too. So I guess it has some cobwebs or little ghost that say "boo".
But your name is in the centre and there it will always stray.
Its bleaky now already
The moon and sun has elapsed
The dead are waking and attacking everything they grasp
I'm inside in the closet though
The neighbours just made blood curling screams
I'm writing this as quickly as my sweat hands
Can write I think I heard some footsteps in front of my door too
They don't seem to realize where I am and they're body parts
Aren't looking write they
Don't have eyes or noses
Though
They seem to feed of flesh
Ones got a finger in its mouth
And the bloods making a mess
I don't think I have long left they're at the bed foot now
All I have to say is tommorow's not looking bright.
I guess they're dead
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Broken Pieces Unraveled
PoetryThe mind is the the gate way to hell and insecurity is the key to opening it .This collection of poems are just a taste of that.
