Welcome to My Undeath (Parody of Simple Plan's "Welcome to My Life")

Do you ever feel like breaking skulls?
Do you ever feel like eating brains?
Like you just want to kill someone,
And no one understands it?

Do you ever wanna kill grandmas?
Do small children make you drool?
With their tiny heads and tender flesh,
and brains that're oh, so yummy?
No, you don't know what it's like
To have been changed by one small bite.
You don't know what it's like
To be undead.

To be chased.
To be bit.
To be changed to a zombie.
To be run away from.
To be hated for what you are.
To always suffer intense hunger,
And no one's there to feed you.
No you don't know what it's like.
Welcome ot my undeath.

Do you wanna be alive again?
Are you sick of living a horde?
Are you desperate to find a good cure,
Before the change goes too far?

Are you stuck with a smell you hate?
Are you sick of everyone running,
with their working limbs and high-pitched screams,
while deep inside you're starving?

No, you don't know what it's like
To have been changed by one small bite.
You don't know what it's like
To be undead.

No, you don't know what it's like
To have been changed by one small bite.
You don't know what it's like
To be undead.

To be chased.
To be bit.
To be changed to a zombie.
To be run away from.
To be hated for what you are.
To always suffer intense hunger,
And no one's there to feed you.
No you don't know what it's like.
Welcome ot my undeath.

Le Serious Poem Requested for Creative Writing

Foot falls echoing softly
through the mirrored walls of my mind.
You're here, you're there
you're everywhere
but never in my heart.
You try to see me,
but you only see yourself
and all the dreams you never knew to be true.
I will not be your dreams come true.
I will be me.
I know you may not be able to handle the truth,
but here it is:
I'm not like him.
I'm not like her.
I'm not like them.
I'm no as good as
or as rich as
or as lifeless as
You.
I'm not so stupid
or so selfish
or so inconsiderate as
You.
I am me.
I will respect
and I will know
and I will understand.
I will cry
and I will lie
and I will die.
I will thrive
and I will trust
and I will love.
I am me,
and I will have all you never will.

Le Comical Poem Requested for Creatvie Writing

Brains...
This is what the thoughts of a teenage zombie consist of.
Brains... Brains... Brains... Brains...

Where brains?
This is what the wonderings of a teenage zombie consist of.
Where brains? Where brains? Where brains? Where brains?

Run!
This is what the thoughts of someone being chase by a teenage zombie consist of.
Run! Run! Run! Run!

Oh, crap.
This is what the thoughts of someone about to be bitten by a zombie consist of.
Oh, crap. Oh, crap. Oh, crap. Oh, crap.

Brains...
This is what the thoughts of a new-born teenage zombie consist of.
Brains... Brains... Brains... Brains...

It's all one gory cycle,
which you cannot escape.
As the sun rises here and sets over there,
you realize something.
You are zombie.
You are dead.
You want brains.