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The Living Dead (Pt.1)
It's a cold windy night
there is a storm brewing,
I walk down a lonely street,
there isn't anyone in sight.
I feel an eerie presence,
my stomach feels a little unsettled,
my heart and soul tell me
I'm not supposed to be here.
I hear footsteps behind me,
I don't stop to look,
I keep walking faster,
the footsteps get louder.
I turn to look....
nothing.
Is it my mind playing tricks on me?
Probably.
Maybe it's the wind howling,
I try to convince myself that it is.
I start walking again
then....
I hear voices, unknown voices.
What are they saying?
My ears start to ring,
I'm overcome with fear,
I start to run....
the voices get louder,
then are muffled by the strong wind.
"What do you want?" I scream out.
But the voices don't answer me.
I try to find somewhere to hide,
I run into a densely lit alleyway.
I run into a brick wall
and it knocks me down.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.26/2004
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