All I lay my eyes on becomes bone
All hearts I touch has a pale tone
She was a sweet retro rocker... how
She is a zombie now
She reps Halloween like she was meant for me
Confusing how this is, but I'm happy
That a retro rocker is now
A cold pale zombie... But how
The thought of her lips being as cold as a tombstone
The shiver in my spine at the sign of her skin as pale as bone
now knowing how
She's a zombie now
When the light go down
And she murders the sad clown
How she doesn't sleep in the cold, cold ground
... She's a zombie now
The House
A guild that is for all nonhumans. their avatars skin most have a nonhamens skin on. come join. You may survive!
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