I’M DONE WITH THIS
Amidst the zombie horde, I tread,Their frigid hands upon my skin,Their poison coursing through my veins,I am done with this. In the silent night, a shadow creeps,A shiver runs through my frame,Their gaze upon my timid soul,I am done with this. A stranger offers words of admonition,In folded hands and skyward eyes,I am not ready for this fight,I am done with this. But my closest self has taught me well,To wear my skin tight and…