Zombie Lunch (Complete) 1 - 4

Zombie Lunch Pt.1 (The rise of)
The dirt begins to shift as the fog settles.
The wind carries the scent of rose petals.

Moonlight illuminates the stage of resurrection.
The unholy salts provide a circle of protection.

A chant of magic and mysterious words.
Nature quivers in fright as they overheard.

Onto the cold earth their innocence bled.
And it was I that rose back from the dead.

Zombie Lunch Pt.2 (Free from)
A hand emerges from my once grave.
Who and why was it me they saved?
Choking on the dirt though I feel nothing.
Rising once again to become something.
Bright moonlight beams into my eyes.
How do I..? This is just a nightmare of lies.
How can I smell the roses, they remind me of her.
Pushing and dragging my way out, is this a curse?
I’m starting to ache, I must now be feeling.
Gazing up to that infinite star lit ceiling.
Looking down to my hands and tattered clothes.
How am I alive again someone must know.

Zombie Lunch Pt.3 (In search of)
A crooked and slow view of my surroundings.
Feeling slight pain but no heart pounding.

A view of all these lonely forgotten graves.
One reads “In Jesus name God shall save”

I glance at mine nothing but a number 1842.
Is it birth or death? Heaven or Hell, me or you?

An awkward stroll somehow I move with ease.
Following that scent “Roses and Peace.”

The scent is well recognized but exactly to whom?
Amazing how thought brings on you so soon.

You look at me with terror but with equal love.
Distorted, the roses give way to the smell of blood.

The dilation in my eyes felt as if they had exploded.
A shift in personality gave way and unloaded.

The words I hear through excited crying “I love you!”
A halt to mental awareness I was unsure what to do.

Zombie Lunch Pt.4 (The awakening)
There was no beating heart no love could be felt.
Distorted crazed thoughts blood was all to be smelt.

The screams, her pain otherwise could not be understood.
As my own thoughts scatter like termites to the wood.

And just as my thoughts consume me, I consumed her.
A cannibalistic delight, that night lost in a blur.

The smell of “Roses and Peace” once again filled the air.
In a distraught thought for that moment I became aware.

I see her… My loving and now... Dead wife.
Is this what life and death are supposed to be like?

I feel my heart pound just that once to reassure me to die.
And you always loved me. Even after a second death I wonder why.

And I love you too my dear, beyond this horrifying end.
Slowly walking this existence alone until we meet again.