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The blood is dripping
From my fingertips
Everything is slipping
I hear my skin rip
Pain is oozing
As the blood flows
I feel it inside me
Until I grow cold
Once the dead rise
They feel better then
I know because now
I am of the undead
No blood is running
Not from head to toe
You feel cold
But you are not alone
You have many friends
Many, many are near
You hear their screams
And you feel their fears
They touch you
And you touch them
Yet you feel nothing
Except for pain
The pain you feel
They feel it too
You somehow feel theirs
And they know that you do
For they are pained
Just as you are too
The burdens they bear
Sometimes out do you
Yet still for some reason
You can see blood
You cannot feel it
But see puddles in the mud
You watch it as it drips
Straight from your heart
You know you are dead
But you cannot depart
Your spirit has been trapped
And your soul is held down
By the fears you have feared
And by the hate for which you frown
This world which you have hated
This pain for which you endure
You will always be stuck with
Until the end of the earth
You know this in your heart
You see the others who are with you
You try to depart
But are trapped and no one can hear you
- by cooll666725 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/07/2009 |
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- Title: Blood Drips
- Artist: cooll666725
- Description: I wrote this a few days ago. It was a result of a day of philosophical thought. *laughs*
- Date: 01/07/2009
- Tags: blood drips
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Comments (3 Comments)
- vanessa_m - 03/31/2009
- wow...i like it.5
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- Dummblond23 - 01/21/2009
- this is so awesome
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- Apocalyptic Beatdown - 01/09/2009
- this is definitely describing how it feels to turn into a zombie
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