Showing results for tag "zombie"

It's really not the same

DC Martin

On the wind I can hear you, on the breeze you call my name 
In the cloudy sky I can see your face, 
But it's really not the same. 

You're everywhere around me, 
yet I dare not feel your touch, 
In a world undead, I just bow my head, 
God knows I miss you much. 
In our bedroom on the nightstand table, 
stands our picture in a frame, 
The one of us dressed up in Arkansas, 
Wild Bill and Calamity Jane
[Read More]