The Dead

A Poem by snapstache

i scream when you touch me

When i hear you in the dark.

i'm scared when you sing to me

and no one else can hear.

"I want you to know, my dear,

i'll always be around."

i want to forget you

to make you dissapear.

i want to erase you

to cast you away.

but the dead are like hungry wolves

always hunting always preying.

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Added on August 5, 2010
Last Updated on August 5, 2010

i made this when i was eleven wow. a lot of memories here. feel free to look around i suppose although there won't be anything new posted. more..

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