Wicked Systems

Wicked Systems

A Poem by Tyler Allen

The sun rose downward, laid to waste Daylight fades as the night we're faced...


Wicked Systems                    Tyler Allen


The sun rose downward, laid to waste

Day light fades as the night we’re faced

Smoke blows like wind, and the world gets high

Paranoia, as the undead cry

Shut your windows and lock your door

As the moon pulls oceans up over the shore

Light’s inside out, coming up from the ground

The moon light radiates through your town

Nightmares break free as terror thrives

On a night like this thoughts come alive

We waited all night for the sun to come back

But the moon only set, and the world went black

Everyone wanders through the pitch dark haze

Cries and screams echo from all ways

Then a black sun rises, another day

The stars in the sky warped black and gray

The dead roam the streets like lost children

Crawling to the gates of childhood’s end

Hands reach down from the sky and grasp

Men fall dead with a last shrill gasp

Some voices sing while others shriek

Bodies that burn in the street and reek

Damned upon oblivion, harrowing fate

Only with the maggots can we create

The moon laughs as it devours the sun

Buildings collapse as the waters run

Hungry mouths open, drooling blood

Concrete melts into soot and mud

The hands on the clock forever stop

From black soil rose a wretched crop

Blood stained nails hung from my fingers

The stench of wicked spawning lingers

The sky rains stone, and the moon still glows

More blood filled cries as the evening grows

Fields of eyes watching those who cross

Grim intent for souls roaming lost



© 2010 Tyler Allen

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i loved it you have a great way of words keep up the good work

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Added on December 30, 2010
Last Updated on December 31, 2010
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Tyler Allen
Tyler Allen

Phoenix, AZ

Born and raised in Eugene, Oregon. 17 years old. I love movies and music, reading and writing. I don't like horror movies as much as I like horror literature. I love all music except for pop. Favori.. more..

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