ZOMBIE LAND

Before my open, prying eyes Is desolation in disguise. But still, I find with no surprise The living dead beyond demise. Zombies out of mortuary Between me and sanctuary. I do what is necessary To avoid my cemetery. Damnation in my damn nation. Cause unknown - no explanation. Survival - preoccupation Regarding this, abomination. Surrender? I will not allow Myself arrival to its bow. Scenarios until right now... Staying alive - some way, somehow. At first, I thought I was alone... The world was mine to call my own. Omega - such of flesh and bone Against live corpses of dead zone. Eventually, more paths I crossed... Other wanderers - lone and tossed Amidst this population lost... Survivors fellow and embossed. Some of us would co-operate... Surviving congregations great. Others would not anticipate Collaboration - meeting fate. Absent from these ego giants... Parallel viewpoints, compliance. We could have formed an alliance... Science, if not for defiance. Resolution - its solution... Executed execution. Certain in its retribution... Curtains - violent absolution. Now, I am the last one standing... Zombies craving flesh - demanding. I emerge - hellbent on landing... Weapons ready to give branding.