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?
Copyright © Blake Hannah | Year Posted 2013
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