"A Zombie's Tale" -- A Poem by Alex Sharpe
I start clenching my teeth,
As I start losing my breath.
The color drains from my face,
As my brain begins to feel like empty space.
I feel like I am no longer a part of the human race.
My eyes become bloodshot.
My body smells completely of rot.
My flesh begins to turn grey,
As drool from my mouth just won't stay.
I begin to slouch toward and forward,
Arms flailing like swords.
I begin to moan. I move. I moan.
I'm moving -- Sliding my feet on the ground.
Brains! Brains! Brains! I think.
Brains is all I think about.
Nobody knows my whereabouts.
I start to sway -- see the sun transition from night to day.
My mottled grey flesh starts to deteriorate.
My shoes come off -- as I drag the ground.
I trip over a rock -- tear my foot off.
Find out that I can still walk.
I fall over -- then get back up -- see my foot is gone -- but I still cary on.
I try to eat my foot that fell off,
But it does not taste so good, and it does nothing for me.
Brains! Brains! Brains! Is all I think about.
I scuffle past a body -- lifeless on the road.
Chew on some leftovers -- nowhere near full.
I see a bird -- I try to swing my arms at it.
I fall and I swerve. My arm falls off.
I see a little red dot travel in front of me. Walk up my chest, and the rest of my body.
I hear a very loud sound -- a sound of a gun,
The objects hits me --but I am still moving.
I walk, and I walk -- as fast as I can.
I open my mouth the moment he ran.
Prepared for a meal -- but instead -- I get a bullet of steel.