I, Zombie, Part Iii: the Quickening
Thoughts racing faster
The Monster is the master
Who’ll be outlaster?
Fear is growing fast
As the Zombie I am cast
Can I hold, outlast?
Taken to the task
Face becoming a forged mask
Partake of the cask
Am I savable?
The Monster wants Rafael
Why? Kane slew Able…
Sins of the father
Could be sins of the mother
This we must pay for?
Am I a fixture?
Where’s my soul in this picture?
Just a betwixture?
Adding up heaven
Give me number seven
I’ll take eleven
Must have rolled the bones
Got snake eyes, box cars, and clones
I’m one of its drones
Just another clown
The Monster Circus renown
Don my happy frown
The bugs crawl and swarm
Reshaping me from the “norm”
Mold me in its form
Cannot fight this thing
No antidote for the sting
Slipping on the ring
I’m invisible
My mind’s gone divisible
It’s invincible
I’m a heretic
I’m the Daemon’s lunatic
Perhaps I’m just sick?
In the thick of things
Is it not quite sickening?
This, the quickening…
Copyright © Jeff W. Watson | Year Posted 2020
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