zombies

They are not dead
Living they are not
Oblivious bloodshed
Thinking they are not

Slowly they move
Moving in one direction
The young and the crock
Moving towards no destination

Attracted to one thing
Blood,blood
Dreaming of only one thing
Flesh,flesh

They are not dead
Living they are not
All going limp
All blood

To time they are blind
To the tick deaf they are
The truth they do not find
To the world evil they are

Like the speed of light,they spread
Like am witnessing the end of time,I dread
Cold they have made street become
Trembling in fear, with every rise of the sun

Few of the reasonable
And ghosts of the better
A lot of the miserable
All sticking together

Cold foggy street
That is where I live
Cold foggy street
that is where they live

Fear I do not
For I know what they know not
On a  pillar pity I lye
Watching the truth being slaughtered on the alter of lyes

Their brain they have traded for pain
Roaming thy land homeless and insane
Infinite space they have choose not to look
Invaded their brains were,and they have become nothing but a roaming zombie.