There's no salvation
When death arises
When tombs are empty
Of corpse in slices.
.
Blood-colored sunset
all hijacked with fear.
People are saying
"The end is near."
.
They walk all day and
Their skin like clay.
They're dead and hungry,
Stay out of their way.
.
Dead bodies, zombies,
the day of the dead.
Try to defeat them,
You're eaten instead.
.
There's no salvation
When death arises
When tombs are empty
Of corpse in slices.
A/N: The first and probably last poem I'll ever write. Or publish.