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My love, my fear
by Cody Rencurel

Friday, March 02, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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The life and death of a zombie.

As I rise from my earthy tomb,
no pain do I feel.
Though the worms course through my congealed blood,
through veins that do not flow,
and through a heart that does not beat, I have no worries.
All the pains, and all the joys I once had are gone.
Shall I ever be able to reclaim them? No.
Not now, not ever.
Cursed, doomed, to stumble across this habitual Earth, distant.
Distant from anyone and anything I once knew.
The people I once loved, I once held, now turn there faces in horror.
There heart, still full of life and feelings, beats quicker quicker and swifter then ever thought possible.
I do not try to hide my rotted face.
I stumble slowly towards them.
I cut them down in the prime of life. Arises, another like me, to join the ranks of the undead.
20, 30, 100.
My numbers grow.
No sight, no feelings, nothing matters.
I don't care.
Here come more of the living now, with there machines made of metal and wood, harder then bone.
Confronted they take aim.
A shot goes out.
I feel nothing.
I fall, nothing more.
Finally entering that sweet bliss, that I once craved.

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