Raise the Dead
The dead are walking.
Thirsty for some human flesh.
They'll find you someday.
Quietly creep forward.
Sudden death on your trail.
Fighting won't save you.
A body so frail.
There's nothing you can do.
A dead man mocking.
Raising the dead.
The dead are walking.
A sudden outbreak.
A virus so quick to kill.
A tragedy ends.
Spreading so slightly.
Hungry for blood.
Cornered so tightly.
Sinking in mud.
A whisper inviting.
Gasp your last breath.
A shotgun exciting.
Beat me to death.
Copyright © Gnikreklaw Walkerking | Year Posted 2013
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