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I'm Sorry To Tell You I'm A Living Dead Corpse

It's raining with corpses,
the bodies are calling.
From heaven or hell
I know which not their falling.

They walk with a limp,
as they taunt me and stare.
They just keep on falling,
from which I know not where.

One tried to kill me
so I ran to hide.
But my vision was blurry
as I sat and cried.

Blackness rolled in,
and covered the sky.
It's raining with corpses,
I do not know why.

One body came down,
It looked just like me!
It was happy though it was
as dead as can be.

It looked deranged,
like the smile was forced.
It came to my grips,
I'm just a living dead corpse.

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Written March 27th, 2005

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  • Qu33n J3z3b3ll
    March 27, 2005
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    dark, deep, emotional, twisted, i loved it!!!!!