Zombie

Zombie ode

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Entombed beneath the cold cold ground
Lie remains of one who grisly drowned
Flesh and bone and stench of bile
Is this really his eternal domicile?

Legend has it they come back
To rule the night for they lack
The very blood that used to surge
Through heart and body- vein dispersed.

They hunt like rabid canines loose
Tripping, dragging moaning muse
Slow but sure they yearn to taste
Your body of which your fluids baste

Eerie, horrid distant screams
Warn the way for future deemed
Empty graves show vast unrest
Will I be joining those that fest?

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Scott Dusang is a freelance writer of poetry, music and short stories. His passion for writing throughout the years has manifested a large collection of inspiring work. His unique method of portraying experiences through writing has earned him significant aspiring attention from his readers."it is without prejudice that I long for the day that I can finally find peace with myself. Nothing ever being good enough, nothing complete, nothing shines at it's ultimate glory. I strive on a daily basis to better the facilities my creator gave me.
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