Black Clouds

Black clouds rain like tears

Each drop comes ice cold

Frozen through to the bone

Cold shivers down my spine

Lightening strikes close by

Lighting up all around me

The dead from their graves

I see them all around

The flesh falling from decay

Decay from bodies now deceased

Awoken this stormy night

By the blackest of clouds

I am powerless to stop them

Hungry mouths devouring me

Ripping my flesh with force

I am unable to scream

As my throat is torn out

Reborn to be damned

One of the living dead

Waiting for the black clouds

 

copyright Chris Smith 2003