Midnight Zombies
I can smell blood under my feet
Lost souls wondering the street
There body’s are cold,
There hearts can no longer beat
Heaven knows when their will fall asleep
Midnight Zombies prolonging the street
Their body’s are swaying,
There hands can no longer meet
Mother’s are wailing in their sleep
Lost souls are calling from the street
Heaven alone knows when again their will meet.
Copyright © Scarlette Patricia Howard | Year Posted 2019
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