Raise the Dead
The dead are walking.
Thirsty for some human flesh.
They'll find you someday.
Quietly creep forward.
Sudden death on your trail.
Fighting won't save you.
A body so frail.
There's nothing you can do.
A dead man mocking.
Raising the dead.
The dead are walking.
A sudden outbreak.
A virus so quick to kill.
A tragedy ends.
Spreading so slightly.
Hungry for blood.
Cornered so tightly.
Sinking in mud.
A whisper inviting.
Gasp your last breath.
A shotgun exciting.
Beat me to death.
Copyright © Gnikreklaw Walkerking | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment