Feels like hands around my throat

Reaching into my chest

The last words you ever wrote

Killing all their rest

These zombies walk around

Holding their hearts

The final creeping sound

That’s how it starts

You told me I’m like the rain

Moving, gathering and spreading

Washing away some pain

But always carrying it with me

Never again will I fall

Praying you’ll catch me

Instead I’ll crawl

Like the wretch you made me

It doesn’t leave,

It grows deeper instead

I used to believe,

Now the sky is colored red

Why does it move that way?

Streaking listlessly through

Making the lowly Rain pay

On it’s way to you

They crowd the streets

Lifeless hearts in tow

Carelessly it beats

Blood pumping its flow

The distance is so far

The sky is colored red

And yet here you are,

Walking with the undead