These bodies pop out of the ground
With such a terrible, gut wrenching sound
They all rise to stand around me
The most terror my eyes have seen to surround me
Talking, commanding, requesting and asking
Their voices echoed through my mind
Burning and yearning, crying and screeching
They never seem to fade away or subside
Telling what to do and where to go
Telling me lies of which I already know
Their rotted charm and graveyard breath
They reek and stink of only death
Scratching and pulling, threatening and wooing
They bring about a torture, but soothing
I think I might be out of my mind
This world and these terrors have not been kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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