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Don't Speak
This room
Is so cold
The pain sinks in
Its froze my bones
And we act like lifeless trees
Soaking in those thoughts we think
And they wink amoungst themselves
Because they think
And they know,
They know the curtain calls coming to this show
Everybody begins to leave,
The audience drains,
Flooding blood from bleeding veins
No more fun in any ways
It feels like its a funeral day
Death to zombies to ugly to corpses
This room is much colder than yours is.
No more fun in any ways
It feels like its a funeral day
Death to zombies to ugly to corpses
This room is much colder than yours is.
reality based poem...symbolic way written..loved it