A Silent End
Sun, 2010-04-25 07:41 — Tadd Evans
Technicly this isnt a story, but it goes along with my zombie stories. Its a poem i wrote that exclaims it.
Through and through,
doth blood do spill,
moaning and feasting i hear;
Bite by bite,
they feast alike,
never to say amen;
Longing to end this night of nights,
i screach as they amend.
Bite by bite,
they feast on me,
doth do hold the foulest breath;
If thou can't stand the smell of death,
the pain of ripping,
the sound of moaning,
Thou should take thy's own weapon,
and slaughter thy own self;
To live in the world of death and pain,
though must know pain.
And to a silent end,
i doth proclaim,
no whispers be heard from me.
