The colors is vague
Such a varity remains
Blue, Green, Purple
Red
It rusts over time as skin begins to decay
The breath is ragged
The heart is hurt
The soul is lost
Survival
Vile reappears
Flies out from mouth
Glides down the chest
Spills onto the floor
She leaves to find hope
There he is
Left
Forgotten
Alone
Shouts and screams
But she doesn't return
She'll never return
She's gone
To think he did it for her
Came back for her
This is his payment
It strikes
His temple hit
Head hurts
Brains thunder
It screams
Needs to drench its thirst
Times up
It shrivels into a pebble of organs
In the end the glass breaks
Shatters
Into a million pieces
No hope left
All faith gone
The consistant beating rings through the ears
It softens
It slows
Silence
Eyes are wide open
He returns
Undead
The Life of A Zombie . . .
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