Zombie dreams
Stranded in confusion
Walking the line
Of reality and illusion
Endless circle of time
The Fog never lifts
Feeling empty as a drone
Figures in the mist
Finding their way home.
Faces never speak
Eyes never look
Their ears only leak
Of the light they have took
Brains they don’t eat
They’re dead walking friends
Who continue to scare and greet
And guide you to the end
I’m scared I’ll admit
I’m worried for my soul
As it wants to commit
And make this dream its home
To enter I only sliced
The outer of the shell
Of the body of life
That bleeds in to the well
They didn’t come for me
This path I chose
When the maker knocked for me
The Zombies looked and froze
The soul now not mine
Empty means too late
The blood has run dry
My deaths upon this date.