1

zombies roam the streets of my mind
eating the brains which i need
leaving me with only the fragile
only the weak and vulnerable
why they do, i know not, yet i survive

2

sing the songs of the end of the world
make them apparent, scream them out in the red skies
in the clouds filled with hydrochloric acid
the toxic rain burning my skin so easily
the tower fill eventually collapse, bring ruin to the city
protected, we are now, but later this month?
hell, this week even? no one knows, not me
not you, yet it'll come down, the bricks will crack
the foundation will fall in on itself,
and i'll be grateful to go with it
sometimes you have to be

3

pinned beneath rubble, almost kissing asphalt
eyes burnt by the orange sun shrouded by gas
they smell me, i know it
i have a pungent scent, i always have
it's kept everyone away from me
launched their prejudice tenfold
and then they'd ignore me
but these zombies do not care
they smell me and they know one thing:
food
approaching so slowly, their shambling walk impeded
i urge them on,
then start shaking my head, attempting to pull myself together
my last moments, however, are these, i know
and though i may not be strong any longer,
at least i'll be worth something to someone, right?