Zombies!

Mindless drones slipping away,
Picking at the flesh as it decays.
I feel free knowing entirely nothing.
When all my friends are dead and gone,
And my sweet tooth fades,
I know they were useful for something.
My fangs will be more gut curdling than a blade.



Remove the head; destroy the brain.

But those options are hopeless when I'm insane.

My departed spirit will forever remain.

Cold, desolate, your blood shall rain.

Quarantines and vaccines could never contain,

the detached aggression; the butcher of my animalistic rage.



Their frantic directions, fearful cries, all the more craving my appetite.

Nawing at your insides, warm and yummy.

I wonder, if your impurities will upset my tummy?

No worries though, all must know,

when the zombies are at play,

there's no running home.