As a Zombie, I Live,
With a single Motive,
To Hunt, and Eat,
A certain Type of Meat.
Specifically, You,
Your Brains and Muscle Tissue,
On them I shall Feast,
Like a Feral Beast.
I hardly control Myself;
My Feelings, placed on a Shelf,
Only that One Desire,
Clouds my Mind, like a Mire.
I urge You to Run,
Get Away, this is no Fun,
And if it's You I Catch,
Then You'll be no Match.
For a Zombie am I;
No "eye for an eye",
You give, I take,
Only for my Sake.
We shall soon number greatly,
Our Forces Increase lately,
So I suggest, once more,
To close that room's door.
With a single Motive,
To Hunt, and Eat,
A certain Type of Meat.
Specifically, You,
Your Brains and Muscle Tissue,
On them I shall Feast,
Like a Feral Beast.
I hardly control Myself;
My Feelings, placed on a Shelf,
Only that One Desire,
Clouds my Mind, like a Mire.
I urge You to Run,
Get Away, this is no Fun,
And if it's You I Catch,
Then You'll be no Match.
For a Zombie am I;
No "eye for an eye",
You give, I take,
Only for my Sake.
We shall soon number greatly,
Our Forces Increase lately,
So I suggest, once more,
To close that room's door.