• Blood shot eyes
    Spine chilling skin
    Horror screams of death
    The skulled formed that engraves the skin
    Of the face of fear.

    Turning heads
    Cracking necks
    Blood runs cold
    Of middle of the night
    The face of fear presses against the frosted
    Window.

    Causing the glass to be engraved with a print of fear
    Cold, cold hands
    Crawling along the sides of your back
    Seeming into something worst than fear
    Dying because of the core touches the body
    With so many problems already to it
    It was ready to pass on

    Considerably that the force of fear
    Did all the work of striking everything
    Into the body
    Except for fear itself
    Than it just made a little bit more pain
    For the human body, mind
    To experience

    Causing death to strike again...
    Again....and again...
    Until the warm beating heart stops....
    of shock
    Brain faliure
    And spinal core snap to an incredible amount
    of force and strength

    Which makes my life seem a lot more exciting
    Now that I'm running more than just the
    Graveyard shift in the cemetery
    ......
    Helping people.......die is what I do for....
    The Undead or for the living....