The Apocalypse

Can you hear the church bells ringing?

Each morbid soul singing?

In the park,

dead children swinging. 

Each strand of life,

their clinging.

In the darkness,

they come to life.

Their rows of teeth,

as sharp as knives.

They smile,

Grinning eye to eye.

Screaming, Howling,

Their war cry.

Red lights flashing through the sky.

The Government quits.

It's time to die.

Run and hide,

you can try.

The undead crashing though the door.

You thought one was bad?

How bout four?

Red blood dripping from their lips.

You cannot escape,

the apocalypse.

Reviews

[Azure]

oooooh creepy i like it lol great job