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chilling account of a victim reanimating their dead body for vengeance. Very atmospheric.
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4 Days Dead
by Wolf macFal ©2004
I sit upon a green chair throwing stones at things that move
Contemplate my situation, And what to do with You
I plan I wait I ponder as the water drips on stone
My fingers trace the furrows and the crater of the wounds
I wonder what you told them and where they might have looked
I wonder if you pretended to care and what lies that took
But most of all I wonder how I'm waiting here for You
So much of me is missing from the weapons that You used
The dim light shows the greenness of the chair and of my skin
Mildew clots and blights my hair. Decay crowns me as its king.
I know that you'll be surprised that I'm waiting here for You
We have Unfinished Business. There's so much for me to do…
Now that I am 4 Days Dead.
by Wolf macFal ©2004
I sit upon a green chair throwing stones at things that move
Contemplate my situation, And what to do with You
I plan I wait I ponder as the water drips on stone
My fingers trace the furrows and the crater of the wounds
I wonder what you told them and where they might have looked
I wonder if you pretended to care and what lies that took
But most of all I wonder how I'm waiting here for You
So much of me is missing from the weapons that You used
The dim light shows the greenness of the chair and of my skin
Mildew clots and blights my hair. Decay crowns me as its king.
I know that you'll be surprised that I'm waiting here for You
We have Unfinished Business. There's so much for me to do…
Now that I am 4 Days Dead.
I look forward to more.