Håvard Reiersgård

The Undead - Poem by Håvard Reiersgård

When screams are filling my ears
I can walk away and no one cares
This is how things are meant to be
‘Aint no point even trying to flee

Death will rise up from the grave
And there is no one you can save
When the undead are hungry for meat
I’ll find some candy and take a seat

They smell your blood and fear
Screams are all that I can hear
Remember, you’re as good as dead
‘Cause the undead need to be fed

When you’re all alone in your room
The only thing you wait for is doom
When blood are as paint on your walls
The undead outside are giving out calls

More and more are coming here
It is them that you are to fear
When they scream and call for you
It’s just one thing that you can do

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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