Zombie Apocalypse

I remember when it started.
A wave; an attack.
A tsunami of death and decay.
A plague of misery.
A plague of misery.
As a by-stander, I watch them die,
And I watch them re-awaken,
Like a flower closing for the night and opening with the sun.

No one knew from where they came.
Shambling like a monster from a movie,
With nerves connected wrong.
A disassembled, damaged, crooked thing;
Beyond repair and cast away.
Unstated hunger and mindless thirst.
An emaciated animal, searching in vain for relief.

Fathers, mothers, and children flee
From the comforts they once held dear.
Many fall like clear-cut trees
Only to rise again.
Rabid dogs without a purpose.
All they want is to feed,
And they do.

I am a rabbit chased by a fox.
I am a deer herded by a pack of wolves.
They cannot move as fast as me,
But like a wildfire, they spread.
Cornered, finally, in an alley;
Cries rise from around me.
A maternity ward of anguish.

With claws and teeth they come.
I am one against the many.
I am the only blossom still alive
When the snow falls to the ground.
They come and pluck me from the earth.
I slip into the endless night.

I once had a family,
but I find only blood at home.
A massacre instead of dinner.
A hell instead of warmth.
No satisfaction for this new found hunger.
No water for my thirst.
No snacks to fill this child's belly.

I leave my haven of years past
For a meal that will not fulfill my desires.
Two tiny morsels running by scream and beg for mercy.
The fight and kick and scratch and cry,
But too they are surrounded by a wintry forest;
An inescapable grave yard of death.
No life is here, only un-felt pain.

And so I find myself now
With two dead children and a meal.
Two bits of roadkill on an empty street
In a lifeless world of make believe.
The nightmare of the past
Brought to life by fate.
An apocalypse to flawless that the sky morns in crimson.