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If I could vocalize the screams inside
the ones begging for someone to pull me out
pull me from this well I've fallen into
where I can tell which way is up anymore.
It's as if I am looking through a keyhole,
and I am now a zombie of a new breed.
A small semblence of who I am remains, with these remains.
The code of honor has been shattered and here is the war.
Every one of my soilders was killed off in a blast,
the words have been used atomically,
blasting out and all over the entire kingdom.
Even the innocent fell along with the guilty.
and the other side forfieted without a good fight.
Here I am left in the fall out of it all.
The ashes of what's been burned wisp around my face
like dirty snow it sticks to my skin.
In the haze I see shadows and outlines of others,
ones that came before me and welcome me as one.
This zombie that stands and sees nothing familiar,
the wall of faces that stare back, expressionless.
no wonder my tribe looks to eat the flesh of the living,
we cling to try and feel alive ourselves.
Missing all of what we were and unable to vocalize,
all the screams we have trapped inside.
Until the day we find a cure of this disease,
we will wonder the streets together.
Being alone but never alone with each other around,
all dead and begging from within to be put down.
The army of misery we all shall unite,
too proud to die and too tired to fight.
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Renee Gambrel-Grauwickel
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