Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Rough Draft

Here is a rough draft of my first zombie poem.

Virus

My heart beats faster with every step.
I must watch out for those things,
those things I used to call people.
They are stench covered creatures that crave human blood and meat.
If I am not careful, they will get me,
if I am not careful I will turn into one of them.

Night falls and I shut my eyes,
unguarded and unprotected.
I wake up screaming not that long after I fell asleep.
One of the creatures bite me,
why did I fall asleep?

I stab the creature in the head with my knife.
It's good it's dead, but that won't change a thing.
It doesn't change the fact I let my guard down,
it doesn't change the fact that I have the virus in me now. 

I feel it going through my veins.
I can feel the virus growing inside of me,
soon it will take over me,
and I will become a creature.

The virus spreads through me more in each passing moment,
I can feel it coming now with every breathe I take.
My vision turns all hazy,
I start to breathe heavily,
I start to see visions,
I am starting to grow mad,
and become more like an animal.

When I wake up again later,
all I can think of is flesh.
Human flesh is what I desire,
and that is what I shall get.
With each horrified scream I take a bite,
giving them too the virus.
The virus that has destroyed mankind.


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