Dead Rising

by Wishmaster   Dec 10, 2008


The sun will never rise again
Never to fill the hearts of men
This dark light fills my eyes
And slowly, all hope dies
This old home is my prison
I wish I would listen
The day will enter here
All that remains is fear
The dead begin to rise
But that is not to my surprise
For soon, I will be one of those
Who fill people with holes

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