The night is dark
The wind is blowing
The moon is out
The shadows are growing
I’m trapped in my house
Curled up in a ball
I’m quiet as a mouse
My back is to the wall
I can hear my breath
Can hear my own heart beating
I can hear the screams
…but they’re fleeting
I haven’t moved in half an hour
My body’s tense and tight
Want to move but I’m waiting
I’m waiting
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Worse than the walking dead
That mindless zombie flock
Are those that tap at my windows
The ones who stand at my door and knock
Zombies are creepy enough, but they're just mindless monsters. Introduce sentience, though, and suddenly you've got a villain. I loved it!
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