and and and aren't i just a part of the zombie generation?
aren't we all just festering wounds
skulking the streets with bared teeth
and rotting flesh that falls off in nasty sheets?
and i'm starting to think, maybe
cannibalism isn't such a bad idea.
and i'm starting to think, maybe
cannibalism isn't such a bad idea.
because you aren't the same as me
and you've never taken the time
to know me before this infection --
this itch under my skin and the twitch
in my hungry muscles and the glitch
in my jumpy clusters of nerves.
but this is just me, right, and i'm just a part
of the mindless zombie horde, and we're
all going to be okay one day, right? because
we're all looking for the same thing
on slummy city streets and dirt roads
that lead us halfway to nowhere and
millenia away from somewhere.
and i'm starting to think, maybe
apocalpyses occur more often than we think.
and i'm starting to think, maybe
apocalpyses occur more often than we think.
because the dawn of our time is eclipsed
by the evening of the fall of the end of the world
and if all the stars in heaven descended and fell to the earth
and became glimmers of hope in the ocean
we still couldn't catch them in the dewy canopies of our eyelashes
or hold them tight in the sludgy chambers of our hearts.
and we're all bleeding something
and we're all oozing something
and we're all dragging our feet and baring our teeth
and i think that just maybe, just maybe,
the end of the world's not such a bad thing anyways.