Create
Zombies in your mind
You
will get your scream
You
will see the smoke of white
You
will rub your eyes
You
will want to run
But
for the damned coffee mug
You
have to walk slowly
In
the dim light in your mind
Out
side you will hear
The
howling wind battling scenes
You
will try to shout out your ears
You
don't to hear the loud whirring sound
You
look far ahead on white smoking clouds
You
will see nothing by your imagination runs wild
The
Zombies moving around the dense trees
You
will see nothing but your want to scream
You
hear the thunder rolling
You
feel your hands shaking holding the coffee mug
You
stand looking in the mirror
“Is
it me or somebody's else?”
You
let out your scream
The
thunder hits the clouds
The
flashes of lightning
It
drowns you out in loud bang
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