The War

An undead entity is destroying your city and only you have the willpower to stop him... But once you discover that YOU are the zombie, does that really stop you from overcoming your flaws?

Before it all happened,

Before he went astray,

Before we all starved,

All of the city seemed to give way.

We cried, we sulked, we wept...

Destruction overcame the city.

We grew desperate, we were cold...

We were drowning in our own pity.

He was half-dead, I knew.

It actually broke my heart.

It drilled fear into my soul,

And tore me apart.

He was vastly known.

A hero to some, a villain to most.

We knew we'd all miss him

And to this, we toast.

We screamed through the streets:

"A toast to the half-dead man who scratched our windows,

Ate all our children,

Nibbled silently on our toes!"

The city never thought this day would come.

We were his victims in a one-man battle.

The whole world was fighting,

No strength, no money and no cattle.

This is what we needed.

A cleansing for our town...

If only we weren't blind

So we could see how we were torn down.

Finally, we realized

We could actually stop this.

We could stop the pain

And begin the bliss.

We weren't going to rest nor slumber.

Backing down was no option yet!

We weren't going to turn away,

Until we banished our threat.

But... we don't deserve to live.

We weren't human anymore.

I can still feel the guilt

Because we created a new World War.

Tears stung my eyes.

"What have we done?"

I wanted to stop this.

This game was not so fun...

People kept telling me things I didn't want to hear,

"He's a zombie, part of the undead.

Look at what he's done,

He's got the whole world painted red!"

One man.

Undead.

Zombie.

We were all mislead.

He held us captive in solitary confinement,

Until we were all mentally ill.

He wanted blood, bones, flesh, meat...

He was ready to kill.

And I was ready to admit defeat.

I honestly couldn't fight back.

I had no plan prepared for him.

I lacked a strategy for attack.

But with a blood-stained fist,

I drew my sword.

I killed the zombie.

And the city was restored.

No regret.

Just pain.

If only...

We were still sane.

If only... If only...

I didn't have the self-harm bruises.

That strengthened the fact that my dreams and hallucinations... 

Were just dumb excuses.

It seems like it's only me,

A person with a wild imagination,

A mind so great,

So overwhelming, that it brings frustration...

It's sad to admit 

That I AM this zombie

The one who brought havoc,

So much pain and misery, oddly...

My separate subconscious never to be brought to life.

Or rather a part of me,

A mysterious force,

So powerful, yet so darn empty

He has killed everyone.

He's the one bringing me down,

Slaughtering the children,

And destroying our town.

But he's still part of me, can't you see?

A straying entity!

He's my twin, my other-half...

My long lost enemy...

Author's Note

This was a random poem that was meant to be part of a longer series. Never came to fruition.

(First written January 7, 2014)