Wicked SystemsA Poem by Tyler AllenThe sun rose downward, laid to waste Daylight fades as the night we're faced...Wicked Systems Tyler Allen The sun rose downward, laid to waste Day light fades as the night we’re faced Smoke blows like wind, and the world gets high Paranoia, as the undead cry Shut your windows and lock your door As the moon pulls oceans up over the shore Light’s inside out, coming up from the ground The moon light radiates through your town Nightmares break free as terror thrives On a night like this thoughts come alive We waited all night for the sun to come back But the moon only set, and the world went black Everyone wanders through the pitch dark haze Cries and screams echo from all ways Then a black sun rises, another day The stars in the sky warped black and gray The dead roam the streets like lost children Crawling to the gates of childhood’s end Hands reach down from the sky and grasp Men fall dead with a last shrill gasp Some voices sing while others shriek Bodies that burn in the street and reek Damned upon oblivion, harrowing fate Only with the maggots can we create The moon laughs as it devours the sun Buildings collapse as the waters run Hungry mouths open, drooling blood Concrete melts into soot and mud The hands on the clock forever stop From black soil rose a wretched crop Blood stained nails hung from my fingers The stench of wicked spawning lingers The sky rains stone, and the moon still glows More blood filled cries as the evening grows Fields of eyes watching those who cross Grim intent for souls roaming lost
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1 Review Added on December 30, 2010 Last Updated on December 31, 2010 Tags: horror, apocolypse AuthorTyler AllenPhoenix, AZAboutBorn and raised in Eugene, Oregon. 17 years old. I love movies and music, reading and writing. I don't like horror movies as much as I like horror literature. I love all music except for pop. Favori.. more..Writing
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