Lives of the Undead
You guessed it, another Zombie poem. I wrote this after watching the mid-season premiere of The Walking Dead.
BEST SHOW EVER!!!
Lives of the Undead
Their soulless eyes, their rotten skin
The stench of death that reeks within.
These creatures aren't alive or dead,
But something far more worse instead.
They're spawns of all our wrongs and sin.
No longer who they may have been.
They carry the faces of our kin,
But no memories left inside their head.
Just Their soulless eyes.
So as the blood drips from their chin,
So starts a war we cannot win.
As their army marches, being led,
Humanity's final tears are shed.
As we look up and stare in-
To Their soulless eyes.