Again this was written in 2002. Most of my work was done in 02 and 03. This is one of my many horror poems i guess you could call it. So enjoy Dear Ghost.
Dear Ghost
Dear ghost, can you take me away?
To a place so beautiful and gray.
I just need to get away from the screams that live inside.
Take a number your life has been denied.
Rising from the grave, the dead will walk.
Chanting in tongues, the dead will talk.
Gasping heavily, the dead will breath.
Walking the Earth, the dead will never leave.
Dear ghost, did you hear that sound?
That was the hands sprouting from the ground.
Blood fills my eyes as my heart tries to beat.
I can feel death swirling at my feet.
Eating the living, the dead will feed.
Killing off more, the dead don't bleed.
Breathe smelling of fleash, the dead are alive.
Walking the Earth, the dead will survive.
Dear ghost, when will it quit?
I have had enough of it.
My thoughts stop as my body begins to decay.
This is how I spend my final day.
Laughing at everyone, the dead stand tall.
Killing us one by one, the dead killed us all.
Masters of the world, the dead now rule.
Blood dripping from their mouths, the dead knew we were fools.
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