for those who sought
a deathless frame
their sanity deposed
rotten flesh rose
the soul intact
only to perceive
malicious act they
have no control
a driver then
now a passenger
in the dark they roam
as puppet with soul
the limbs drags
reluctantly...
feed... must feed
they feed on what
once was their own
the sad muffled groan
when the crimson chrome
of the cherished, drips
the eyes they cannot close
cursed til a silver bullet
murders their soul
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