The Unknown
Darkness
Why is it so dark?
Am I alive?
Have I've become blind?
No...
Everything is hazy
The ground is cold and wet
And it's so quite, too quite
I'm scared but why?
Why am I here?
What happen to me before?
Where am I?
And then the memories come back
The blood curing screams
The pounding on my door
The wetness I feel beneath me
Blood
My blood
But I feel no pain
Is this how they felt?
When they were at the edge of life and death?
There is no point in asking anymore
I will die
I will turn into one of them
It doesn't matter how much I hope
I can't be save
Though I can not help but wonder...
Is it better being one of them?
Or being eaten alive?
The door broke
I will know...
~~~~~~
This poem is also in the P.O.V. of a survivor.
Outbreak
It started with a cough
Then slowly it spread
One by one they all started to get it
Though they all thought it was normal
Flu shots...
Their skin turned pale, almost translucent
Their blue veins show, appearing as black
Their eyes turned yellow, too yellow
But some...the worst ones turned red
Then it happen
They all started to snap
Acts of cabalism
That's what they called it
But...it was far worst then just cabalism
Those attacked become one of them
Those already dead ascended from their graves
Those still living become their prey
They do not speak
But instead moan, letting all know that they ache for us
Hungry for our warm, tender flesh
They do not feel
Nor do they tired or breath
We all never thought of this ever happening
For us it was like a story
We had movies, stories, songs and such
All of it dealing with those creatures...
But we were all so foolish
This is real
The dead can walk again
And our own government used us
Is this the type of weapon they wanted?
Zombies?
Darkness
Why is it so dark?
Am I alive?
Have I've become blind?
No...
Everything is hazy
The ground is cold and wet
And it's so quite, too quite
I'm scared but why?
Why am I here?
What happen to me before?
Where am I?
And then the memories come back
The blood curing screams
The pounding on my door
The wetness I feel beneath me
Blood
My blood
But I feel no pain
Is this how they felt?
When they were at the edge of life and death?
There is no point in asking anymore
I will die
I will turn into one of them
It doesn't matter how much I hope
I can't be save
Though I can not help but wonder...
Is it better being one of them?
Or being eaten alive?
The door broke
I will know...
~~~~~~
This poem is also in the P.O.V. of a survivor.
Outbreak
It started with a cough
Then slowly it spread
One by one they all started to get it
Though they all thought it was normal
Flu shots...
Their skin turned pale, almost translucent
Their blue veins show, appearing as black
Their eyes turned yellow, too yellow
But some...the worst ones turned red
Then it happen
They all started to snap
Acts of cabalism
That's what they called it
But...it was far worst then just cabalism
Those attacked become one of them
Those already dead ascended from their graves
Those still living become their prey
They do not speak
But instead moan, letting all know that they ache for us
Hungry for our warm, tender flesh
They do not feel
Nor do they tired or breath
We all never thought of this ever happening
For us it was like a story
We had movies, stories, songs and such
All of it dealing with those creatures...
But we were all so foolish
This is real
The dead can walk again
And our own government used us
Is this the type of weapon they wanted?
Zombies?
By the way...no stealing my stuff. Okay?
