Everyone will be consumed
masses of the infected
Gathering of misused
Zombies march among us
Hunched back Monsters
Streets being occupied
blood lust grows
Ripping apart everything
Restless beings
Tormented entirely
Grotesque calamity
Out of our hands
Useless tool in the head
Rattling around
Seemingly helpless
Beyond salvation
These creatures dwell
Behind highways and homes
Wanting to be free
Reek of excruciating pain
Sorry and lame
Broken people
Messed up brains
Nothing left
Nothing remains
Drug across the roads
Letting themselves
Go
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 8th, 2025 20:04
- Comment from author about the poem: There is no place for weakness in this world
- Category: Reflection
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