The Dead Love Lead

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A little poem about ghosts and other scary things, and is inspired by my obsession with anything zombie :)

Submitted: January 25, 2009

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Blood, blood

You crave it too much

Death, death

You like it too much

 

I don't hang with the dead

The dead that always hide under your bed

I don't play with ghosts that hide in your wardrobe

I don't cover my head under sheets of so called complete safety

 

Blood, blood

Is what I bleed, not what I drink

Death, death

Should be the end, not the start

 

I feel pain, I go insane

You don't, you just feed on blood and brain

You and I are not the same

Awake, awake

I start to shake

Dark, dark

I am not afraid

With life there should not be a price to be paid

I've tryed running away

The pain is a fly that never leaves your side

I will just have to shoot my way out of hell

All I need is a shotgun with unlimited bullets.

 


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