Zombified

Alone six feet under
My mouth is like a desert
Urging to be fed and watered

I claw my way to the surface of this countryfied graveyard
Slowly climbing out of this godforsaken earth
Unable to speak except in moans
All around me I see others reaching out for air
Rising into the fog of night

I am still alone
Urging to quench my thirst
Craving to be fed

Wondering where is my meal
I lust with a feeling that must be met
I am overfilled with a desire
What is it that I need?
What is it that I crave?

I feel so alone
My throat is so dry
There is an unbearable pain in my stomach

Yet I feel so numb
My urges go unabated
Desperation takes hold
I gaze at my company who join me in this march
Shoulder to shoulder in the moonlight

Yet so alone
Thirsty urge
Hungry urge

Up ahead I sense my fulfillment
Hurriedly we move surprising her
She panics and runs screaming
Our pace quickens as we shove, fall, trample, and groan
With carelessness she falls as this crowd closes in

So alone am I
Lusting, urging, thirsting
I must feed the need

Within seconds I am on top of her
Clawing, scratching, groping, and ripping her clothes

Give me what I crave
What is it that you have that I need?
Give it to me for I can’t take it anymore

My hands are not alone in this endeavor

But I still feel alone
Frustrating thirst
Angered hunger

With each scratch and cut comes blood
She fights knowing that she will lose
Crimson streams bleed from her body
Like water from a fountain
Drink, drink I must
Calm this desert in my throat

The rain of red wine soaks my loneliness
So divine I drink
My stomach still hungers

I lean over for more
So uncontrollable is the feeling
Pushing, shoving, and fighting until she is motionless
Unknowingly I have bitten down on this glorious flesh
So this is what I am dying for
The meaty remains of the living now presumed dead

This pleasure is mine alone
Still thirsting
Still feeding

Mine, she’s mine, stay away

Wait, what am I doing?
What is this?
No, no, no
This isn’t right as I am dining on a living person
Drinking her blood in desperation

Feeling so alone
I still crave for more to drink
I still need to feed

I can’t control myself
Blood, flesh, meat
Eat, drink, hunt
Damn the brains
Shoot my head
Wishing I was dead
Beautiful skin
Glorious crimson rivers

Alone
Drinking
Feeding

More, more, I must have more
No, no, no
I can’t, I must not
So wrong this is
It has to end
But I have no control

So dead alone I am
Forever drinking the blood of the living
And eating the crusty remains of the deceased.