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Mar 2013
Its dark in here...
the fear..
of being normal
I cant bare..
Cuz i never been formal
only odd
Seen things
Heard some ****
not the regular
the bodies normally present
When there dead..
See lately i've been
a lil ******
so at night I might go
out to play
cuz I can't stand
the light
from the day..
So you walkers
may call me insane
cuz you cant eat
whats inside my brain..
So I'll just shoot
You in the head
because you already dead
lacing up my combat boots
I loot
and find that I may not be the same
but Im not the one that's found insane
See I'm consciously awake
not in your Zombified state
So while you cope with reality
I'll just keep my sanity....
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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