The Living Dead (Pt.2)
As I struggle to get back up on my feet,
I see a shadow quickly fly past me.
"Who's there?"
Dead silence.
*+*
The rain starts to drip onto my face,
I huddle in the corner,
I see eyes peering at me
from the darkness.
*+*
The rain starts to downpour,
my eyes are covered with my drenched hair,
I feel hot breath on one side
of my neck,
then....
I feel skin being torn away
from my body.
*+*
I scream out in agony,
but there's nobody around
to hear my mournful cries.
*+*
I look up and there must be
a dozen or so vampires surrounding me.
*+*
What did I do to deserve this?
*+*
The ground soaks with my blood,
the rain carries it down the
small slope in the alleyway.
*+*
It must have been their voices
I heard in the dead of darkness.
*+*
They stand over me
waiting for me to cross over
to their world....
the world of the living dead.
*+*
I could feel my body
being changed from human,
to being an immortal.
*+*
I was the thirst for their hunger,
they hunted me down
and turned me into one of them....
one of the living dead.
*+*
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.26/2004
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