I, Zombie, Part 0: the Begetting
A horror is born
Star of the show, The Zombie
Go and break a leg…
One, seemingly whole
Sound in mind, body and soul
Unaware the toll
The exacting price
Sins of the genetic splice
Specters claim last rights
Starts off slow and sure
Sneaking in through the back door
The Monster is born
It takes hold and grows
The Daemon show is begun
The Zombie is cast
With a grand entrance
The Daemon of Delusion
The Doppelganger
One is now possessed
As the players take the stage
Act one, Mania
Act two, Depression
Either act three or act four
Schizophrenia
Final act may be
Rage, could be Anxiety
Or Euphoria
Catatonia
Might make the final curtain
But can’t take a bow
The next performance
When the clock chimes whenever
The show must go on
Deep within the shell
There’s a desperate spirit
Crying for release
Trapped within a cell
A creature double feature
You, It, Them, Box…Keys?
One personal hell
Zombie infamous heaven
A dubious lot
Bottom of the well
Bloody, scratching and clawing
Too deep, slick and steep
Daemons dance macabre
Mind becoming a circus
Carnival freak show
Crimson spotlight bathed
At center ring a vile box
No keys, doors or locks
The dance is joined fast
By the Monster and the past
The Zombie is last
Torture all the while
The Monster plays on and smiles
You are now its child
Time for blood letting
Your mind you’ll be forgetting
It’s the begetting…
Copyright © Jeff W. Watson | Year Posted 2020
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