ppgallthetime20

A Poem Before I am Eaten The undead have come to plague our street With an empty stare in their eyes They look at us and they want to eat The shambling of corpses feet They keep coming and we know what soon ahead lies The undead have come to plague our street Appalled in their relentlessness we decide to retreat Too late; piercing my ears I hear all the cries They look at us and they want to eat We are sure of our defeat I thought the apocalypse was all lies The undead have come to plague our street Their flesh rotting in the summer heat We are naught but a meal in their eyes They look at us and they want to eat We struggle but we know