Eyelids sewn shut zombies wake and prey upon
Flesh in the shape of words
They were grave stricken
And adrenaline seeped through dormant veins
Blood is truth
This is all we know
Instinct, attack, leave for others to devour
Morbid, my symbols
The best ways to depict such an ache
Gruesome and gnawing
Never dead, head always running
Only defeated by my own consuming desires.
Awkward reactions encouraged.