Do you hear them?
Do you hear them coming?
Do you hear their howling?
Their heartbeat sounding?
They're right there,
we're face-to-face,
and I can't escape.
My flesh comes off along with my tears.
Their distorted face appears in my mind,
I remember how my life was once mine
My heartbeat's undead
and I'm no longer myself.
I'm going to leave this world as someone else.
My skin is now pale
and I hear myself moan,
pushing through the things
that ended me.
What have I become but a...zombie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem