zombies
it was a mere thought at the time
but a stupid reality moaning in my face now
the decay of thoughts seen in the skin
the stench of rotting flesh so decadently wrapped in gucci
thoughtlessly in the footprints of the masses
wearing a cross of faith that probably died inside.
it was hard to see the decay
as one can see through the facade
once they were friends and neighbors
now they are all dead and sadly, not gone !
at first i guess it was a fluke
who could have expected this ?
a fantasy becoming reality
i ate with them and drank with them
shared what i had, gave my love and life
now they want to drink and eat, me
those who called me names can barely moan
but it still sounds horrible
some drag their bones
over the streets where they have grown
did they grow when they could
did they learn what they should
had they become what they would
am i wrong when i shoot ?
back in the days they were great
fun and laughter, tears and joy
now they just wander on
in their world filled with broken toys
ever hungry
and i remember the days
when they had to think of their weight
and when they wanted to be slim
most of them are skin and bones
they never were this thin
i'd like to dig them graves
but they are but shallow
i feel hunted and alone
disgusted when they swallow
i thought i saw this before
and maybe i did
sadly they did not
when the virus hit.
some day i will be like them
but not today
my time will come
but not today
but a stupid reality moaning in my face now
the decay of thoughts seen in the skin
the stench of rotting flesh so decadently wrapped in gucci
thoughtlessly in the footprints of the masses
wearing a cross of faith that probably died inside.
it was hard to see the decay
as one can see through the facade
once they were friends and neighbors
now they are all dead and sadly, not gone !
at first i guess it was a fluke
who could have expected this ?
a fantasy becoming reality
i ate with them and drank with them
shared what i had, gave my love and life
now they want to drink and eat, me
those who called me names can barely moan
but it still sounds horrible
some drag their bones
over the streets where they have grown
did they grow when they could
did they learn what they should
had they become what they would
am i wrong when i shoot ?
back in the days they were great
fun and laughter, tears and joy
now they just wander on
in their world filled with broken toys
ever hungry
and i remember the days
when they had to think of their weight
and when they wanted to be slim
most of them are skin and bones
they never were this thin
i'd like to dig them graves
but they are but shallow
i feel hunted and alone
disgusted when they swallow
i thought i saw this before
and maybe i did
sadly they did not
when the virus hit.
some day i will be like them
but not today
my time will come
but not today
23 jan 2015
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