The undead surge endlessly.
Drained and muddied will.
Holding them back with everything left.
Delightful blood they've come to spill.
Barracading the doors - only surrounds.
Moans and groans dauntingly loud.
Sleepless nights hoping they don't breach.
The scariest thing is how they sound.
We thought they weren't real.
Just comic book stories.
But when they came knocking.
The first to go was four-eyes.
All the horror movies.
Won't leave you prepared.
To face to undead horde.
Brains aren't meant to be shared.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
The undead surge endlessly.
Drained and muddied will.
Holding them back with everything left.
Delightful blood they've come to spill.
Barracading the doors - only surrounds.
Moans and groans dauntingly loud.
Sleepless nights hoping they don't breach.
The scariest thing is how they sound.
We thought they weren't real.
Just comic book stories.
But when they came knocking.
The first to go was four-eyes.
All the horror movies.
Won't leave you prepared.
To face to undead horde.
Brains aren't meant to be shared.
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