Zombies

A Poem by Scooby

Why don't I belong on this Earth?
I've had an awkward feeling since birth
That there's something wrong, maybe call it a curse,
But I know i would die to find out what I'm worth.
Under this tattooed skin is the soul of a man;
Stuck in this era, doing what he can.
F*****g this body up until it can barely stand.
But when this willing shell expires, will he find a new plan?
Is there only choice or is there a such thing as destiny?
Why do these substances simply seem to take over me?
And is it irony that I can barely see?
Will I ever be anyone's vivid memory?
Every night I come home fucked up.
It's just a matter of time before I run out of luck.
But I can't expect much the way I gobble these drugs up.
When I take my last one, who will really give a f**k?
These are all things inside me keeping me from you.
The help and love are gone and I don't know what to do.
Loving you made you leave, but leaving made me love you.
And now I drown in addiction, living without a clue.
I remember every word you said;
The sweet nothings you whispered in bed.
Everyday, they ring loud in my head.
You left me for dead.
In a twisted way, you were right to assume
It was ok to let me die in that room.
I wouldn't have stayed either in that dark cloud of gloom.
Why let someone else control your doom?
The only thing, though, is it wasn't time for death.
I awake from the coma in a big a*s mess:
Pools vomit, piles of lethal doses; i know i took my last breath.
No heartbeat. "I'm alive, why would i be anything less?"
My brain works though, just as it did before.
Only this time, I desire some new w****s.
Take them down farther, show them there's more
Than life and death and i have the key to the door.
There's other worlds inside of this one that many are scared of.
They aren't below and definitely not above.
Most of my victims will fight it, push and shove.
But understand, even us zombies do things out of love.
See the pale skin? Black rings around my eyes?
The half-dead smile that flashes from every one of my lies?
Well, how else should I look when I'm constantly high?
I like it, though, and pretty soon I'll get them all to try.
The quicker one dies, the quicker I can lure someone new.
Show them the path, then kill them too.
I'll go through everyone alive if I have to.
Whatever it takes to find the one that got away... and finish you.