Putrid flesh
Walking
More like stumbling
Down the street
Groaning
And moaning
Searching for live meat
As it drags its half decomposed feet
Leaving a trail of rotted blood
That ooze from the gaps in its teeth
Splashing on the concrete
I watch it walk on by
Passing me
No life in its dead eyes
No breath taking from its exposed lungs
Hanging from its rib cage
But why didn't it try to eat me alive
I am alive
Aren't I?