Deadman Walkin'  

Valdrane78 39M
888 posts
9/4/2006 4:26 pm

Last Read:
12/19/2007 6:37 am

Deadman Walkin'

To die is a fate that must come to us all, but how horrible to be buried alive, imagine the hell of lying in your own coffine, your heart beating wildly, every gasping breath using up the valuable oxygen.

My hand, popped up out of the dirt
Crawling out with broken wrists it don't even hurt
My blood wont squirt its rusty dry
A millipede made it's home in my eye
I get by till the wicked halloween
I'm howlin, stray dogs follow me
I'm commin' home dead man walkin'
My feet flop, clown walkin'
It might make the beat drop
It's been 10 yrs I'm chewin on gum
Wait I ain't gone none
I'm chewin on my toungue
One of my legs snapped off at the knee
I beat a kid over the head with it and stole his candy
I mak emy way to my old block
There my house I go knock
.....Trick or treat
Some chick opened it up
I stabbed her in the gut
And started chokin the slut

BANG! POW! BOOM! a study in useless knowledge and sick humor!
I want a damn soundtrack to my blog

curious19676767 52M
2 posts
9/5/2006 11:31 am

Wow, nice poetry. keep up the postings I enjoyed your imagination.

Valdrane78 replies on 9/14/2006 3:45 am:
Thank you very much!

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