Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Until the dead walk

There seems to be no more beauty
The flowers are all brown
Their petals a rotting mess
Left there with our dead.

Our dead are the lucky ones
The luckiest of all
For they suffer no more with us
Their fates are done.

The sleep now
Until the dead walk

If the sky hasn't killed us by then

The dead can take our blood
The dead can take our souls.

1 comment:

  1. I'm not into Zombies that much, but I can't resist a walk through an old Gothic graveyard. There is a very old abandoned brick church near here that looks much like this picture. It's like walking through history : )


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