Flesh being carved by the undead,
Old teeth bitting the pleasure of meat,
Blood strains out from the scars,
I stood there,
Frightened.
My head was getting blank.
Looking at the undead,
Eating the meat,
Of one of my comrades.
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Promise || R.G. TWD
FanfictionA poem in every parts about a girl and her savior, Rick Grimes.
