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Zombie
The last head hangs lowly,
The voilence causes silence,
It's not my fantasy,
In your head they are fighting,
They are crying,
The push of destruction,
Blood running down your nose,
This broken heart taken over,
This silence so still,
The same ever since,
Still fighting,
Bombs flying,
Guns blazing,
Tanks rolling,
They are still fighting,
In your head,
Running through this gray matter,
Fingers turning bloody,
As the pain unfolds,
Quivering at the touch,
In your head.
