zombies

Life and death are never simple,
I mean c'mon its life.
Death is defiantly weird and crinkled,
Exciting at its best.
If you were bitten even scratched,
Your head might not be yours.
And that sensation to devour flesh,
May yet unearth your home.
I am here now in my garage,
Running for the keys.
My friend was scratched,
His head attached,
never give in,
again.

~I I I~