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Thump! Thump!
Slow beating at the door.
Their moans grow louder,
And louder as their
Hunger grows
More and more.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The beating at the door gets louder,
Or is that just my heart beating
Against my ribs?
I'm stuck in this room with
No windows and only one door.
Thump! Thump! Crack!
The wood frame of the door
Begins to splinter and break.
The moans now, I hear well
Dozens of them at my door.
I sit in the corner helpless,
As I watch their fleshless hands
Reach for me through the broken door.
Click! Click! Click!
I have no ammo, no hope
The hellish creatures are coming for me.
I stare them in their lifeless eyes and
All I see is hunger.
- by Spirit of the Gray Wolf |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/13/2011 |
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- Title: Survival Horror
- Artist: Spirit of the Gray Wolf
- Description: A poem that I wrote in 2010
- Date: 02/13/2011
- Tags: survivor horror zombie zombies
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Chegaru - 02/20/2011
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damn, thats a good poem. it's also something that says f**k you conformity! everyone thinks that poems have to be beatiful, and nice. this one kicks the crap outta that idea. i love it, 5/5 - Report As Spam