Dayzombie Pt. 2
“It’s alive!”, it’s not.
Did Frankenstein muse on his monster’s pain?
The zombie wouldn’t call this brutal reality life,
It’s a conscious death.
It misses its human ways, its human freedom.
But the zombie has no birthright, only the right to die.
Then be replaced as quickly as the sun rises the next day.
It hides among them with a mask, always on edge,
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Always waiting for when it’ll be fished out.
The smell of its rotting flesh is potent to it, it’s only a matter of time.
Would its face be as scary if it’s tears running down it?
Instead of spiky teeth poking out of its snarl,
A plaintive cry for help in place of a paralysing roar
And horror film with the antagonist being hunted down?
It’s sardonic to see, the only fright is the mental fight that occurs at night.
A ritual to restart a cycle of being an ungodly devil.
~ Dayzombie Pt. 2. An oeuvre by Saros Grey.
