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I awake,
This taste of dirt has become a wake-up call
in which I am all to familiar with.
This constant smell of rotting flesh I carry with me
is now a constant reminder of what i have become.
A blood thirsty mindless fiend
with no more sense then a starving animal.
I watch a corpses rise from the ground
such as an earthworm on a cold damp and dark day.
and the ancient scent of decay arises from crypts renewing the air
with its foul smell and acrid aroma that i now have no choice but to welcome.
And somewhere amongst this,
they mingle with the blood curdling screams of woman and children
which not long after will have lifeless moans take those shrill cry's place.
And when the few humans left hidden amongst this chaos are left helpless
and have no choice but to surrender to us will know
what will then become at this time again be called
peace.
- by Pretendavor_ |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 03/16/2009 |
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- Title: new awakening
- Artist: Pretendavor_
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Description:
i wrote this a while ago out of boredom, i was sitting on something like this for a long time and his is what i came up with.
planning on writing a part 2. im aware its short - Date: 03/16/2009
- Tags: awakening
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Comments (1 Comments)
- ParisRoyale - 03/16/2009
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This is... very grotesque~
But in a very cool way ♥
I have a sick fascination with zombies/undead
5/5, I'd love to see a part 2! - Report As Spam