Inside my body the guilty seeds have rooted through all my veins
and in to my heart
strangling it dead.
Inside my heart the anger fights to still beat,
no matter the pressure it competes,
its cold because its a zombie heart but it still pumps blood that reaches
my brain.
Inside my mind is misery,
its been confused so much it yerns to shut off
but somehow it can't,
it won't let me sleep,
too many memories and thoughts eat it
from the inside out
but nevertheless my rotten brain still allows me to have a spirit.
Inside my soul is death,
the once bright white doves have darkened and can barley lift one wing,
choking on my bodies misfortune,
as I sit so small in this big monstrous world thats poisoning my skin.
My skin is covered in eczema,
my face in blemishes
it coughs on the pollution and cigarette smoke that its too exposed to,
its infected but somehow my eyes still survive on the surface
with it.
My eyes are worn down
with a astigmatism
from all the rough things I have seen
but they still slow me to see
more.
I'm falling
apart,
I guess you could say that zombies are real,
just not the kind you can see
with your own zombie eyes.