Lost

The cross lies delicately on burning flesh.
Smoldering and melting; turning to mesh.
Engulfing the sun in a single blow.
Blood soaking the world with an eerie glow.
The night comes alive in death’s embrace.
Welcoming the world in fallen grace.
Zombies roam without much need.
Always searching; wanting to feed.
Rancid smells of puke and guts combine.
As evil beasts blur and entwine.
Jagged thorns unleash the pain.
The dead walk with nothing to gain.
Hanging there like a leaf.
Everyone stares in disbelief.
They panic and die with just a scream.
Nothing left; not even a dream.
Plagued by sin we all fade.
Lost in the choices we’ve all made.

March 12, 2012