Come hold my hand,
And follow me,
Into the darkness,
And see what I see,
See the black shadows,
Through the mist,
Dead people walking,
Loved one’s you’ve missed,
But don’t be afraid,
Hold my hand tight,
As the shadows walk through you,
And fill you full of fright,
For they will not hurt you,
It’s all in your head,
They will not harm you,
There the walking dead,
It’s the living, who’ll hurt you,
And fill you full of pain,
Fill your heart full of sadness,
And twist your brain,
It’s them and there god,
There the one’s you should hate,
Them and the almighty,
It’s them, who hold your fate,
Well f**k them, f**k god,
Stay here and unf**k your head,
Let’s stay with the shadows,
Stay with the walking dead.
Darren Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-walking-dead/
