Sometimes the words appear,
Cannot stop them Cannot tell when they are there,
as they spell out all the truth in my lies,
I cannot hide my fear.

And tepid, seasoned skies,
Paint in harsh relief,
All that I despise,
I try to run but cannot escape.
I will never escape.

Nightmare day,
the zombies stay on their forever path,
Again the same thing needing brains to play,

Slowly dying,
always hiding,
Never truly seen.
this is me.