Whispering souls..
Coming from inside the deep dark hole.
Out flew millions of bats..
Birds of prey, and many large rats.
A mutilated body hung from the rope.
Living amongst the dead, gives you no hope.
Scratch marks on the window pane.
Left from the wicked, insane.
Footprints dusted all over the floor.
And blood stains on the door.
Here comes a zombie and many more.
The streets are full of dead bodies and it doesn't stop there.
Illusions coming from one place to another, nobody cares..
Catch me if you can...
or should I say " I dare."
©terrylin53
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