The dead feel alive inside,
Zombie making them heartless, gotta hide.
They walk the streets,
Not the friendliest you will meet.
They need your brains,
To help them from going insane.
Now my friends, walk on by..
Or you can die...
They are already dead..
Ooops off goes another head.
All they smell is your blood, and your scent is how they find you.
Keep on walking faster to.
They can't see where they are going but they keep walking straight.
These monsters, are full of hate.
They don't feel anything except the ground.
They are traveling all around.
Don't let them take you in their arms.
You will be facing harm.
The only thing they know how to do is eat at your brains.
If your asking me, that is a little insane.
©terrylin53
T