Living Dead

Living Dead

heavy

bodies full of led

 

Trying to snatch you

bring you down

 

Putrid smell

of decaying

 

DEcaying humans

 

They aren't humans

anymore

 

They aren't your friends

anymore

 

Your parents

were replaced

by monsters

 

Your brother

wasn't sparred

 

Even your pet

stuck in a net

replaced

 

Everything you loved

cared

dead

 

Dead

Replaced

replaced by imposters

 

Imposters

Monsters

Stained red

 

A race for time

raced

time is gone

there

 

It is not an 'I'

no a 'we'

nothing

 

Silent

occasinal moans

of the dead
that decided

not to stay

in their grave

 

You're going to save

put them out of their misery

 

Living Dead

bodies stained red

hand on the trigger

aiming the gun

ending the devil's fun