My Zombie(...)

Memories tonight flood my mind of disgust for my life.
Bloody past of the things that will last in my mind from this knife.
I'm not great; I swear I'm not.
Just look at the scars, that my sorrow has brought.
The past is the past; it's dead and gone.
Yet it gets revived within the dawn.
My zombie skin is cracking soon; releasing a new kind of ooz.
My zombie skin will crack and bruise.
My zombie skin will be abused.
My zombie skin is cold and green.
My zombie skin is crackling.
My zombie brain has now decayed.
My zombie brain has no more play.
My zombie feet are frail and weak.
My zombie hands don't clap a beat.
My zombie eyes are glowing red.

Fuck, I think it's time for bed.