Down with the sicknessA Poem by Mak(ayla:)
Let me curl up in a ball.
I feel the disease spreading. No matter what I do Or what I take it won't go away. A zombie to the world I am and will I infect you all eventually. I feel it spreading Faster and stronger. You will run from me In terror and in hope That you won't catch the sickness too. You can run, but you can't hide Forever. Sinking my teeth In your human flesh Satisfies my unbearable hunger. Your blood Like delicious red wine Washes it all down. So come with me, And be down with the sickness © 2013 Mak(ayla:)Author's Note
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5 Reviews Added on December 22, 2013 Last Updated on December 22, 2013 AuthorMak(ayla:)Memphis, TXAboutI'm Makayla, but I prefer Mak. I haven't been on here in a long time. I've changed quite a bit, but I'm only growing wise. So, please read my work if you'd like. I'd love to see what you thin.. more..Writing
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