Alive among the lifeless

How many of us still survive?

Stranded in this hell

Cursed by the walking dead



There's not much time left now

The sun has already begun to set

Time to board up the windows and doors

It'll be dark in half an hour



Rising from forgotten graves

The dead returning to life

The corpse walks

Never to be killed again



Bon(e)y fingers covered in moldy flesh

It's got you by the neck

A look of hunger in dead eyes

Broken teeth sink into your throat

Too late, you saw it too late

Your flesh a feast for fiends



The body scattered on the ground

Blood soaked into gravelly earth



The streets are now empty

I watch the dead as they begin to feed