Zombies and Stuff

your face is rotting just like your soal you hunger for brains, or so i'm told you chase Innocent people for pleasure you want just death, no treasure you live to kill, even though your dead maggots are holding together your head your arms swing limply from side to side as you feast on human flesh outside there are more of you than me now making a crowd i close my eyes and scream you rip me apart, seem to seem i am one of you now running outside around empty houses i see my next victim so i go and get them then you are next...