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This cup of coffee Is like the blood in my veins It's just important as oxygen I breathe Without it I'm only half a person like a zombie this substance dependence
The leaves are beginning to change colors as they slowly start to fall and hit the ground, And the smell of pumpkins and fear fill the air and it travels in the wind all around.
Imagine a world wherein no one had philosophy. Imagine this world as a bigger world with more people who were mirror images of their neighbors. Imagine these images every day were shattered upon rocks
"High School turned me into a Zombie.Poetry turned me into a Monster..."
Take a breath, no actaully take two Everytime you smile, my breath got short You was a strong ass drug on me, that snort I haven't seen a lot but you was the true One for me, two makes me and you in one car
I once had a dream... I was with friends I've never seen before. The Life-of-the-Party friend had a powderd rock discovered by her scientist father.
Flip phones took a beating. Now the smart phones record what we're eating. Kids ran all day long and felt as though they could fly. Now kids spend all day chained to a charger so the phone doesn't die.
There are very many “zombies” in this world.
Stories told as a child, Of the dead walking a while. Today a girl walks on the bus, Surrounded by people, yet so alone. Mouth gaped open, eyes glued Missing the sky that’s shinning blue.
Boarded up in my house Doors locked Curtains pulled Trying to keep safe They’re coming There’s only a few of us left That hasn’t been sucked in By the blue logo Hypnotizing us
Once in a castle far away, there lived a princess and she slept away waiting for her prince to come resolve her problems. Too bad the prince was eaten by zombies. In absolute fear the princess soon realized she had woken up from desolate sleep.
There is no soul left In this carcass before me Eating my brains
every day zombies walk lifeless eyes crushed spirits fear self-hatred loathing are the few emotions we have soccer youtube
Day 1: My feet hit the cold tile and my eyes strain at the board. I hear your monotonous bore, I think, I think, no more. I am just another one of the horde. Day 2: The straps pull at my back
Together we fall Together we rise Overcome our struggles And try to survive The dead live now And the living die Our hearts harden No tears in eye Do we fight onwards
Windows shatter glass flies everywhere - They have arrived. The zombies climb through the window glass shards carving bloodless scratches and I, only too aware of the blood pumping through my veins
Do you see her walking alog She seem to be singing a song A dead body humming to a beat It's too bad she's just dead meat A gunshot wound to the head To end the life of the walking dead
I cry because I know that I am strongI know that I have grownI have come so far from that girl who used to longStaring out of the window hoping for a world where I belong
Zombies. Shuffling in a straight line. Thirsting for the one thing. Never satisfied. Zombies. Draw fake smiles on their faces. Everyday the same. They follow the rules, they say their graces.
Inevitable as death, are smile will invert.While God shuns his eyes to unworthy souls not raptured.Addicts to flesh; never sleeping or at rest.Hunting to pray on the hunted ravenously tasting life at the pulse.
You have stayed too longThey are comingYou hear noisess from outsideThe door won't hold foreverYou have stayed too longThey are almost hereYou check the windowsThe glass won't offer and resistance
Its blinking button eyes Lashes Plucked Clean conscience lies Demons of possess Its ragged red dress Hides in the shadows; tireless Awakened by the silver moon Loom through loom
Walking through the woods, weapons in hand The group fights the dead in common land The men are tasked with finding the food While the women are expected not to be rude Every new habitat they seek for safety,
I wish my phone would ring I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time I can't escape it I'm waiting and like a fine rope this line holds
The destruction it leaves the people who grieve Is it worth it to have a weapon that leaves people so sad? We need them to hunt we need them to survive but some people just have them