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.