Living Death

by Drew Pieper   Dec 2, 2005


Roaming around
Where scars are found
Cuts and bruises
Everyone looses
This wasn't surprising
Humans no longer living

Death to sight
Didnt try to fight
The moonlight shows
what it is, no one knwos
thought to be a myth
the moon shows pure death

They limp without pain
The color shown as a blood stain
here to fight
now that it is forever night
skin color like meth
here in this internal living death

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