• i wake in the city of the walking dead
    they swarm aaround me
    fingers pressing every moment
    eyes burn into me
    thry whisper secrets that were locked away
    and read in blood
    with the signature of the devil
    they bow to his cowardness
    and drown in his weakness the man wears a robe
    with blood lined thread
    he waits in the city of the walking dead
    they are drowns of his command
    and soul eating creatures
    they are the people that follow another
    they are the followers of a coward
    and they are the people that hate another
    they are the walking dead
    my enemies