Dead Morning Part 2

With unknowing courage I leap to my feet

To look through the window though I know what I’ll see

Despite what I knew the image still terrifies

Outside the dead walk! as though they were alive!

Their rotting flesh drips from their hunched frame

And blood rolls down their mouth with pieces of brain

They are all disfigured in their own unique disgrace

Yet share the same desire of eating my face.

Dead morning part 1

A zombie story...part 1

My breath leaves me, I sharply awake,

The harmonic screams leave me in a panicked shake

My mind searches...I need to focus! To grasp this!

To find just one moment of complete and utter absence,

The screams I hear are solid with fright,

And slowly thin out as I hear a loud rip and a bite

It soon becomes replaced with a low moaning groan

I undoubtably feel that outside death roams

TO BE CONTINUED...