Stumbling along,
With forgotten flesh falling from slumped shoulders,
The undead rule the day and the night,
Never sleeping,
Never stopping.
Blank eyes,
And drooling lips,
They hunger for muscle and humanity,
Hoping to satisfy,
An undead lust for death.
They come in all forms,
Of your friends and your beloved,
Small and large,
They blunder in packs,
Seemingly harmless,
But their teeth will not break on your bones.
You can run,
You can fight,
But you can't escape
A hungry society of brainless people,
Trying their best to tear you apart.
Author notes
I've always been fascinated by zombies, and I got really excited when I found a contest for it. ^.^
In the end, it kinda ended up sounding like a political statement. Whether it is or not is up to you.
A contest entry
- They're coming to get you, Barbara! by Miss Macabre.
700 points, ended June 30, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Thoughts?
Comments
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Love it. This is what I wanted when I posted the zombie contest! The title was very clever too, that's definitely a zombie sound.
Thanks for entering and best of luck to you!
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