Blood, Brain, Body

A figure that walks awkwardly,
he moans in slow motion,
if one records what he moans
and put it on fast forward
it will say...
Blood, Brain, Body.

He wanders in the street of New York, looking for
Blood, Brain, Body.
But he is not alone,
there's more behind him
respecting each other being
because they are dried up
from Blood, Brain, Body.


Some limbs are missing
some are barely hanging on.
They wanders around,
looking for
Blood, Brain, Body.


When they see
Blood, Brain, Body
They go on a frenzy
they run awkwardly,
screeching like they never
screech before.
The Blood, Brain, Body
usually runs away,
but always hide
which is no big deal for them.
Because they stop at nothing
to get Blood, Brain, Body.

Blood, Brain, Body have no choices
but to accept their fate to become
one of them, they will take over
the world, and wanders around
the world, looking for
Blood, Brain, Body.

Author's Note

Random poem a friend gave an idea about. Should be fairly obvious on what I'm talking about.