Zombie Apocalypse

The sky is bleeding scarlet red,
Hands reach out from graves,
The hands of the dead,
Pulling up from decaying tombs,
Ratted clothes and empty eyes,
Pulled out from the ground and shaking off dust,
Like a wet dog splattering water droplets,
Zombies come,
The undead.

Brains are delicious,
They moan and groan,
Holding hands out to grab you,
Slowly coming for us all,
To catch us all and eat our heads,
Run away from these smelly things,
The process of decades in grotesque display,
It's the zombie apocalypse,
Wanna come play?