12 October 2014

plus side

I have an endless craving for the flesh
like the walkers
my skin is mottled and eyes bleeding red
as the walkers
come the apocalypse, I'll blend right in
with the walkers

obsessed with food, eating, need to be fed
that's all I think of as the living dead

Octave Poem
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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