My body is a warzone
flesh falling off the bone,
as I rot and wander alone.

Shedding my sick slick skin,
as death reveals all that I feel
within this decaying prison.

At first, I resisted the leprosy
as bit by gory bit was taken from me
by my twisted media obsessed society.

They stole my sole identity
and turned me into a zombie,
this horror show commodity
that people love to cringe at.

They made and gave me the black hat
set me up to behave like that
shambling corpse figure
as my body continued to wither.

Now, as the world leaves me
I see every inch of my inner being
slowly receding into the frenzy
of needing to feed on the humanity
I am now lacking.