War

life in the world of the living dead is gone like a dead flower and my un-life is starting again like the rising sun over a field of scatted bodies , the smell is like no other. the war was over before it started and the fight was one way , no survivors, no victors . just death. it wouldn't have happened if not for the fault in man , if not for the greed we all share we have ended this world and didn't see it coming like a blind/def man on the tracks it hit us head on. in this hell that is repetition we all die and come alive again in the morning