GLORIOUS RESULTS OF A WEIRD YOUTH POEMS

Walking Dead Tonight

I walk alone down the road
I feel homesick all night
And it hurts my throat
Untill the daylight

Hollow Jane follows me
To the place where can be
Too much love too little time
To walk under moonlight

Jane looked at my eyes
And sets a scared face
There was terror in your eyes
She said there's no flesh on my face

I'm walking dead tonight
Under the moonlight
I smell death through the night
'Cause I'm a living dead tonight

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