My Life Inside A Graveyard.A Poem by HorrorMasterEver wonder how it feels like to live inside a graveyard.
When I woke up it was dark,
my eyes were covered with bugs. I couldn’t see everything. I feel flies clawing into my skin, my skin turns into a rotten corpse. All my life were gone, my heart stopped like a dead drum. I need to get out of here. I feel fear and frighten that I need to go somewhere. I need food, human flesh food were I can eat all the blood and guts. I can’t smell, I can’t see. I feel my head bleeding down to my knee. I feel dirt and wood. I wish I would get out of here, only if I could dig my way out of here. I wont give up, never give up. I most be strong to used my rotten fingers to break this wood where I am laying on. I break, and I break this living piece of coffin. I pull myself outside of this dirt. As my life in a graveyard will never be forgotten.
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Added on March 1, 2010Last Updated on March 1, 2010 Tags: Zombies AuthorHorrorMasterTamarac, FLAboutHello i'm Ira and i'm pretty much a horror writer. I have bad grammar and spelling or typos errors, but I tried my best, so please enjoy them. Also I don't like harsh grammar nazi saying (oh yo.. more..Writing
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