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Blood shot eyes
Spine chilling skin
Horror screams of death
The skulled formed that engraves the skin
Of the face of fear.
Turning heads
Cracking necks
Blood runs cold
Of middle of the night
The face of fear presses against the frosted
Window.
Causing the glass to be engraved with a print of fear
Cold, cold hands
Crawling along the sides of your back
Seeming into something worst than fear
Dying because of the core touches the body
With so many problems already to it
It was ready to pass on
Considerably that the force of fear
Did all the work of striking everything
Into the body
Except for fear itself
Than it just made a little bit more pain
For the human body, mind
To experience
Causing death to strike again...
Again....and again...
Until the warm beating heart stops....
of shock
Brain faliure
And spinal core snap to an incredible amount
of force and strength
Which makes my life seem a lot more exciting
Now that I'm running more than just the
Graveyard shift in the cemetery
......
Helping people.......die is what I do for....
The Undead or for the living....
- by Canadian Neko |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/04/2009 |
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- Title: More than Just GraveYard Shift
- Artist: Canadian Neko
- Description: I was really emo last night and I also saw a horror movie, and this is what I came up with. At the time it gave me chills (not the movie but the poem) Hope it does the same to you. Enjoy.
- Date: 01/04/2009
- Tags: more than just graveyard shift
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Comments (2 Comments)
- 0129JT- - 01/04/2009
- Its pretty cool. But kinda freaky. Sorry I didn't get to read it right away
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- alleaumonde - 01/04/2009
- u dont know me but i really liked the poem.= )
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