ZombieApocalypsesAndConsciences

I am legend.
And my biography was written by George A. Romero.
I’m Leon Kennedy
And my conscience is a zombie.

That I’ve already Left4Dead
For telling me every good thought had a right to live.
But 28 days later I see the dead rising
Like Lazarus but I’ve already been crucified
With my arms spread wide in acceptance
In an attempt to embrace my conscience.
Telling me I want a real relationship
When society dictates that I only want brains…

Treating good intentions like a virus
Coursing through my veins
Blaming the angel on my shoulder
For what he did to me.
Now I’m looking for a cure
When he’s already put me on quarantine
So I couldn’t hurt anybody else.

I’m a dead man walking through the devil’s playground
Homeless…because I already burned down the house
With a thousand corpses of the bad decisions I’ve made
Trying to evacuate the resident evil.
While I Rob-bed zombies of their identities
So I could feel a little bit better about myself.
With ups and downs on the seesaw
Manipulating games for entertainment
Like the blueprint for Jigsaw.

I hide behind a mask
And pretend it was Halloween.
Because it’s on nights like this
When living with the living dead feels like the better option
And a dance with the devil turns into Thriller.
See my family’s always been religious
But I accepted my demons with open arms.
Stripped decency and bare skin
Like rotting flesh because nowadays
I can’t live with myself.

And my conscience keeps coming back
Just to tell me that I’m not the same anymore.