Apocalypse

Let flesh fall from bone In this home, all alone perhaps the jaws of those once gone will drag my body across this lawn Let the ashes of society rain screams, agony, blood, and pain The dead are alive, and the alive are dead Perhaps this chaos only lives in my bed In this wasteland of a once hopeful place I find myself alone, damn all this cursed space Stand and fight, or wait to die perhaps even a bullet to the brain is worth a try? I can hear in the distance their groans, Sad, haunting, grotesque moans These creatures bring chaos its sword their numbers, their numbers, they must be a horde! Let flesh fall from bone my fear, turns me to stone At the door they now claw Will I stand, or will I fall?