With unknowing courage I leap to my feet
To look through the window though I know what I’ll see
Despite what I knew the image still terrifies
Outside the dead walk! as though they were alive!
Their rotting flesh drips from their hunched frame
And blood rolls down their mouth with pieces of brain
They are all disfigured in their own unique disgrace
Yet share the same desire of eating my face.
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