Living Dead

The zombies are coming to eat your brains!

I awake with worms inside me, dying from infection
My gut dug into, fractured ribs, missing some intestines 

My jaw is broken, hanging open, I'm blind in both my eyes
Limbs locked by rigor mortis, a pitchfork sticks out my thigh

The only pain I feel is a constant aching hollow
Impulse to fill the void has me in search of ones to swallow

I hunger for the living... I've lost my grip on sanity
Cravings control this corpse to turn on crying family

I'm all regret and rot, they're blood and snot and tear bubbles
I wish I could resist... but the empty sickness doubles

I bite into the necks of the ones I once protected
Chew away their flesh and leave their pleas neglected

I can't escape the filth ingrained in skin; it stains my mind
I'm covered head to toe in wounds, bloody brains and grime

Cursed to feed again, no end until I've lost my head
The night is haunted by the marching genocidal dead

Reviews

[The Witness]

Lovely. If only zombies could talk...

[тнєcαуσ]

I feel this is exactly how a zombie would feel. Amazing work!