Skin rots away fast, as we lurk.

Swifter and more fearsome, then the Mirelurk.


Logic lost, replaced with hunger.

No escape, just the sound of thunder.



We dash through the tunnels,

children screaming as they tumble


To some, hope holds,

but for I, no hope is there.


Love is fiction

Pain is reality


Flesh is food

Blood is drink



Vampiric is comparable, but not the truth

for in the dark reality, I am

GHOUL

I dunno. Does lurk rhyme with lurk?

Its pretty alright better than anything I could do.

It would take alot of caffiene to justify that poem :liplick:

As Redati said, Lurk and Lurk = No ryhme

Fixed.

:foodndrink:

OMFG WHERE? -hides from Talon Company-