Corpses Of The Undead

by fred   Jul 17, 2005


Corpses Of The Undead

It was the biggest shock in my life,
I never expected it to happen.
Where did they come from,
And who sent them.
They took so much to die,
Why where they so strong.
They where like a plague,
Killing everything that stood in their way.
We called them the undead,
They where hungry for human meat.
They eat whatever flesh they can find,
After they bite someone.
Then they turn into one of them,
There are not many of us left.
They’ve grew so much in numbers,
I lost everyone to them.
I know seek my revenge,
I will not give up until I die.
I know their weakness,
Now they shall suffer.
As I hide in the dark,
I plan the hunt.
I will kill every one of them,
Just like they did to u.

By Fred Smith

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  • 19 years ago

    by Steven Beesley

    This is dark and ghoulish. Nice write.

    Steve