Zombies.

I've got zombies in my closet, ready to come out and play with all the demons within me with nothing left to say since my conession of immortality and im sorry for all the troubles that i can't handle left with the burdan of a tragic mess left with chaos freshly confessed take my wounds, and rip them appart just like your intentions to my heart id rather feel phsyical pain then to feel insane salt up the cuts and ill scream in agony i feel that ive lost my sanity mortally disturbed in the middle of it all half demon half of an angel were do i belong in this split between the ending here i stand in my own revolution this is the end of all my confusion scattered thoughts divide with my sins and good deeds divided up till the confession bleads