Machines

I wanted to think of zombies, so I did... and it RHYMES!!!!!!

The true charisma of mankind has become something less

A walking zombie with their hands a mess

No identity of their genetic dress

Only desiring for their mouths to just caress

 

He walks in a crowd

Not caring about being loud

Only wanting to get on top of a mound

And echo his voice, a haunting sound

 

With dilated eyes and flesh not sewn

They move through the streets in monotone

The man howls with a wicked groan

His stomach desires, so he gives a moan

 

The screams will cry

And the people will die

Their blood will buy

Their ticket into the sky

Author's Note

ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!!

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Well-conceived, well-articulated and kinda scary.
Me no like zombies!

[♪Barklight♪]

That's awsome! well writtem EternityWolf!

[Heather Clayton]

Loved this. Very well written. Imaginative.