Walking Dead
By VampireGirl
In the world, We see things everyday. We feel presents of the dead, We hear voices in our head. We talk to our selves in our sleep. Do you wonder who's whispering in your ear? do you wonder who takes away your fears? do you wonder who's banging at your door? I bet you keep your eyes open in the middle of the night Holding your blanket tight, waiting for something to reach up and grab you, but you have no one to scream to no one to come rescue you from the monsters under your bed, No one to take away this mad headache that's pounding, no one to heal the pain. When you are alone late at nights, its the darnest things you see. You see things in the dark you wish not to see, You feel those that are living, and those that are dead walking near. I bet you wonder who they are? or what they want. When you take a bath under candle light, does the water feel heavy? does your soul feel steady? Will you always be alone? or have you never been alone? does your subconscious mind see things that your eyes cannot see? who might it be? maybe something awful that's haunting you, maybe an angel guarding you. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 03:58 PM PST, Shelly 0 • 8
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