They

by TheOrder   Mar 9, 2005


They come for me
I hear their feet
They smell my flesh
And want fresh meat

I see their eyes
They are blood red
Now i can tell
They want me dead

I creep around
I cant escape
They see me now
It is too late

My flesh is torn
And my blood splatters
Cant feel the pain
What is the matter

Where am i now
It is all red
I see it in their eyes
Im DEAD

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