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corpse givin life

Contributed by solidsnake116 on Tuesday, 30th September 2008 @ 07:14:08 AM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

Layin in the grave with my body broke
been more than 20 years since i croaked.
then i feel the rightous hand of the judgement bolt
i take a painful gasp as i feel the wicked jolt
of blood pumping through my viens after so long
my bodys back to life and my hearts beatin strong
its time to make um pay for puttin me in the ground
i pick up a shovel and start headin towards my town

i am a corpse given life
i am a vision of the knife
i stay away from the light
my soul is darker than the night

i bashed out a window and jumped into a home
i brought my shovel down and crashed in daddys dome
switched my weapon out, replaced it with a blade
ran up the stairs and stuck the maid
went in momies room and cracked me a spine
the look on her face was devine
the little girl wakes up from my wicked cries
she looks at her mommy and says her goodbyes
i stick her in the neck and laugh as she dies

i am a corpse given life
i am a vision of the knife
i stay away from the light
my soul is darker than the night
theres no wrong or right
the blackness clouds my sight

as i look around all i see is bodies and death
i smile to the sky, i laugh and draw breath
i walk through my town and its a bloody mess
not a single soul lives, they've all been put to rest
in my empty town im a god and im a king
a reanimated corpse who murdered everything
and from the bodies rises a hoard, the undead
my soul begins to bleed as my eyes burn red

i am a corpse given life
i am a vision of the knife
i stay away from the light
my soul is darker than the night
theres no wrong or right
the blackness clouds my sight
i am the demon granted flight
i feed on fears and tears and fright

Copyright © solidsnake116 ... [ 2008-09-30 07:14:08]
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