Obsidian Aspect Decaying Life
Reborn, I live again
Slaughtered, I came to an end. Shotgun took off my head
Battle, a fight with the dead. What has become of me
I've only one instinct and that is to feed.
The living dead, patrolling our lands, eating our friends
Flesh, rotting away. Bones, begin to decay. Searching,
for peoples brains.
Life, decaying away. What's wrong with you?
Your eyes are bleeding, there's nothing you see
Your thirst for flesh, is making you mad, because you're
undead.
Memories, form of another life. Aimlessly wandering into
the darkened night.
Body is scarred, bleeding bruised and grazed
Now it os over, with a shotgun blast to my face.