THE FIGHT






THE FIGHT

 
Night into day.
Day into night.
I’m swept away
As I hold tight.
 
The night numbs me,
Making me cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
 
I prefer day
When the sun shines.
The night is fey,
Dark through the pines.
 
Night into day.
Day into night.
Days become grey,
No strength to fight.
 

THE WEAK WILL OVERCOME

halftimeprincess:

Will I become one?

One of The Dead?

Walking the nights.

Looking for victims.

Looking for blood.

I refuse to become one.

I refuse to give up on life.

I will hold on to humanity.

Until my last breath.

The Dead want take me.

I will take them down instead.

Come and join my fight in

THE DEAD GAME

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