Hotel rust, shimmers under florescent blankets
Each family huddled together
"There's meant to be some change in your life."
Yet there is still no warmth
Boarded up windows, broken glass
Turn of the century they said,
Yet the apathy still hasn't come to pass
This is ground zero
Dead men are shuffling,
Gun fire is jamming,
They are not really zombies,
Only seas of blank stares.
Viral visual can be alarming.
"Get to the high ground! It's the only way to survive!"
On the roof tops realizing,
You seem to be the only one alive.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
Hotel rust, shimmers under florescent blankets
Each family huddled together
"There's meant to be some change in your life."
Yet there is still no warmth
Boarded up windows, broken glass
Turn of the century they said,
Yet the apathy still hasn't come to pass
This is ground zero
Dead men are shuffling,
Gun fire is jamming,
They are not really zombies,
Only seas of blank stares.
Viral visual can be alarming.
"Get to the high ground! It's the only way to survive!"
On the roof tops realizing,
You seem to be the only one alive.
Strange dreams, strange futures.
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