The Zombie Plan Poem by Justin Henry

I hear the ambient screams vocalizing themselves below ground.
Twighlight calls, and I walk forward -
Raw emotion keeps you chained.
I won't let the candle die out -

Now if you remember my name
just ignore it, and pray for blessings
because you have already carved out your tombstone.

Such satire, such irony
Your boring ambitions are now your sad eulogy.
We read about you in the orbituaries
but your story was just like any other.
The memories of you will quickly fade away
because you are already DEAD! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !