Questionable Chains (part II)

Splintered dreams fill up my mind,
This cold blood has a heart to find.

They flow, they twist, they reach for the Earth,
These zombies claw at a soul lost at birth.
They shred, they tear, they feed on its tears,
These demons created by all of our fears.

Watch the horror without eyes;
You feel a hunger that death defies.
The screaming, the crying, the death without dying,
The hopelessness the sorrow, the waiting for tommorrow.

You feel, you shake, you do a little dance and hope it all goes away,
You breathe in the fake, you watch it all go away...

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At first, I put the two poems together and added some other lines and turned it into a song. I have a beat and rhythm and all that good stuff for it and it sounds really good, though it probably sounds too new for most people to like just yet.