one by one.
we're slowly becoming the prey.
as with each reload.
a bullet goes through our head.
was it our fault?
were we too careless?
how our weakness left us.
unprepared,
weak,
and naive.
our hunger blinded us all.
bodies decay under a red moon.
I'm walking slowly.
amongst the trees as they all sing.
sweet swan songs.
footsteps come closer.
echoes of gunshots come from all around .
stopping as I spit blackened blood .
then I face death for the last time.
close my eyes,
as I accept my fate.
YOU ARE READING
LIVING DEAD
PoetryBook one of 'WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Down here it always rains. Pouring down while we all sing. A melody that is no good. But we bleed it like we should. Black eyes and we never cry. Why are you so surprised? We're all living lies. Until there is no...
