One...two...three...four....
Close the gate and lock the door.
Five... Six...seven...eight....
Go hide you must be quick.
Nine...ten...eleven...twelve....
Hear the zombies come out of hell.

It is the end of times
Sound of fate in the chimes
Up rises the living dead
Filling thoughts full of dread
Creepily moving, ominous woe
Sea of the departed, hobbling slow
Gnarled teeth, eating flesh
Craving blood warm and fresh
Waves of corpses, a lifeless tsunami
Lookout world, here comes the zombies!

The world we live in turned into a living hell.
From corner to corner all you see is people you used to know.
lifeless
decaying boddies .
searching for just the smallest hint of blood.
are they even human anymore?
Neighbors that were known to be one of the happiest folks in the meadow and now is found dead but alive with a wound in the neck that you could see the bone.
is this how ima end up?
Dead with the stench of decaying meat?
Seeing kids turned into them and their screams going through my ear drum repeating when I'm trying to sleep?
there are other survivors but how do I know they ain't trying to save for themselves and leave me to be eaten by those animals? Would they used me for bait? Or would I have to fight alone to survive.
there's barely any food and any water to drink.
we hit the closest corner store but it was already hit by a group. all we could of found was a pack of gum and half a gallon of water. who truly knows if there ever will be a cure or will we already be one of them. Another day another hour to see death in the face.

My brother and the others,
Make me very mad,
I wish they didn't have the numbers,
Because if I did they would be the ones being sad!

I hate them for their jokes,
Always picking on me,
They act if life down here is a hoax,
Well I'll tell you if it was we wouldn't be down here now would we?

They act as if this is all going to blow over!
Well I bet you its not!
No luck of any clover,
Can save us from this evil plot.

Zombies are here.
Zombies will stay.
No doubt about it.
We will never get our way!

Change
On the horizon
Pockets are empty
Black meets blue
In hues of the pain of yesterday

Change
In hand
The vending machine's empty
Six miles out of reach, out of juice,
And out of gas

Change
The television channel
Vapid Anchors are empty
Teleprompter madness
In full make up and air conditioning

Change
Her mind
Her heart is empty
Abused by the fallacy in the word love
On the lips of liars

Change
Of venue
His smile is empty
He feels the souls too deeply
There is no one here to notice the smile isn't real

Change
A life
The Child's eyes are empty
The streets are kinder
Than the junkies who sold him for a fix

Change
The world
The people are empty
Media drones brainwashed
Into apathetic zombies

That is how to stop
                                         Change

Awaiting my orders to stand down
I roll myself another roll-your-own
Mullein style ~ Amber whisps
Shared with the wind and soil

My orders never come
So the decision is made for me
Standing orders are ******* by physical limits
I fall asleep on my feet

I stand down
By sleeping while I stand

Tough job
This is zombie work
Why do we let the vampires
Drink our blood
Just like the kids in
Art school said they would

i got soul but I'm not a soldier

i don’t know where i’m coming from
and I don’t know where i stand
i’m not the one to play games with
even though people think i am

i could be the one who keeps the controller
and lead us to, open or closed, an end
wild and dark and cold as i might be
still not the right one, still not free

wild and dark and cold like the wind at sea
even when the sun shines, i’m still not free
there’s something bothering me on the inside
and i don’t know if it’s normal, i don’t know right

i just feel a little different from the bottom
and i’m wondering, i’m wondering all the time
i wish i could say my brain is one illusion
i wish i could say what i feel isn't real

but then i would lie, like all those liars
those who nothing but the nothing, feel

now and then **** makes me worried
but **** also tells me to calm down
i figured out everyone’s just a zombie
for each other, a zombie or a clown

I keep hearing the church bells chime,
Please tell me it’s safe,
Tell me it’s time,

And we’re not out of the woods yet,
Our lives set to be brief,
All a fleeting vignette,

Give me your hand and together we’ll run,
I’ve been searching for the answer,
Dry you’re eyes, head for the sun,
Ignore their cries, I’ve got a gun,

I can’t face this world alone,
But everything changes,
We have no home.

The world isn’t here on the longest drive,
I still keep what I lose,
I still claim I’m alive,

I am nothing and you, my dear,
I would **** you just to keep you safe,
There is no one above, no one is here,
Hold tight love, and we’ll just disappear,

We are liars, we are immune,
Carry me in your arms,
I see the blood moon,

I keep hearing the church bells chime,
Please tell me it’s safe,
Tell me it’s time.

Does any of this actually mean anything?

These jokes,
   My blushing cheeks,
The time we spent together.

  This feeling is completely foreign, it feels like a flesh eating disease my stomach.

Every time I see you I can feel the oncoming zombie apocalypse that lives with in me, begin to stir.

Staring into your eyes makes my chest beat so hard they can feel it in Alaska.

Which is where I want to honeymoon with you, because I figure by the time we are married we will need an isolated bunker, far enough away from civilization so we won't become zombies too.

But if we do, and if you have to be the one to **** me ,spare my eyes,
   So I can always remember exactly what it was that ended the world.

For you, my darling, I would start 10,000 apocalypses.
   To keep you, my darling, I would end of the world.