I walked out through the hole in the wall,
Of a destroyed house in the aftermath.
A rusty toxic air throughout the neighborhood.
Breathing is impossible, but I no longer breathe.
My entire body is dead, but inside I’m still inside
This curse is controlling my brain,
My soul still roams free.
But sometimes I wish that I could wake up,
From a twisted nightmare, sweating in the middle of the night,
I see the living still wandering,
Holding weapons of my destruction.
How I envy the memories of survival,
The days I spent walking with my friends
Are now spent walking amongst the dead,
All thinking like me, but unable to communicate.
I look at the destroyed bodies still moving,
And see what I’ve become,
I simply wish this suffering would end.
The living are nothing but food.
I have no care of what happens when I meet one.
I either eat them and feed,
Or they kill me,
Putting an end to the madness,
Along with my soul to rest.