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.

AKidNamedDan

Hi, my name is Dan
And my mind is slow
But mama told me it’s okay
As long as I can grow.

His name was Dan.
And they called him stupid
But I knew him since the first grade
And if you knew what I knew
You’d say God must’ve made him this way
Because angels are extinct
And we need a blessing.
He hides his wings between his shoulder blades
And refuses to fly so he can try to belong

See, I don’t know much
But I know I never wanted to be different
And they say I will never learn past grade 3
And maybe they’re right
But I still try

The first time I met Dan
He was on the swings
Feet dragging in the sand like anchors
Gazing longingly at the other kids in the playground.
It was recess time…
I asked him what was wrong and he said:

I just wanted to play with them
But they would just point and laugh
Like I was the penguin at the zoo
They won’t say, but I think I know why.
See I remember that penguin at the zoo.
I can tell he was lonely.

And I said…I’m sorry.
That your feet aren’t fast enough to catch up
And they treat you like you’re always playing hide and seek.

I’ve gotten so good at that game.
Sometimes, I can’t find myself…

But I found him…
See, Dan was wasn’t like the other kids…
He never laughed at anyone for being different
Like he was the first one to learn that we were all the same…
On the inside.
If only he could teach us…
So while he was never able to do so exactly
I could tell all the stories that he wanted to share with me.

Because every night
Those stars tell stories in the sky

My mama told me they listen to wishes
But I learned that if you stare long enough they start speaking
They keep my head high when it hurts down here
Because Billy pushed me into a puddle the other day
But it’s okay because he was smiling
Then it started hurting when he walked away
And left me rocking back and forth
Because it reminded me when my dad rocked me back and forth

And it reminded me of when I first met Dan.
That day at the swings when he was rocking back
And forth.
Wishing I could give him support
So I offered him my hand
Like: “Do you want to play with me?”
I got to know him better than anyone gave him a chance to.
He told me:

People treat me like an alien
But I just want to fit in
My favorite story is the Tortoise and the Hare
Because I love rabbits
And I hate the rain because I’m scared that I made God upset
So when there’s thunder I close my eyes and count to 5
And I’m afraid that loud noises would tell my ears to stop playing music
So I cover them a lot

He repeats words a lot of times
Because most people don’t listen
And he likes listening to Dr. Seuss
Because he talks kinda like me

All I wanted was to be accepted for being me

That my slow speech
Won’t make you feel that you’re better than me
Because those kinds of people always leave
Before I can ask them to be my friend.

And I wish I told him that I was…
But I count myself as one of the few
Lucky enough to have really known you.
But now I realize why you had to leave us so soon.
Because God missed having you so close to him
And didn’t want you to play hide and seek anymore…
Didn’t want you to be different…
Didn’t want you to be special

He wanted you to be happy.

TheVirus

Hearing moaning and groaning from outside the room, I stand up. Edging towards the door to my bedroom, I slowly turn the knob and push. The squeaking of the hinges bounces into the darkness of the hallway and the quiet returns. Now I am wary.

Wary of the danger that hides in the shadows…awaiting a misstep in the right direction at which to pounce. But momma didn’t raise no fool, I bear arms. Forsaking the choice of a gun like every predecessor before me, I…take a katana from the stand that stands next to me. Hattori Hanzo would be proud of how I wielded it…like a samurai from a lost generation of ancient warriors. I feel invincible, yet far from invisible as I see eyes before me. Blank stares in my direction, as I slowly make my way down blank stairs bare of carpet towards the level below me.

Mouths gaping at the threat they have found, they close in. But I refuse to die, nor join their ranks so I begin to raise the slender blade I wield between my foes and I. From right to left, they inch closer…the cloying smell of decay in their breath has me dazed, but I hold my ground. In one swoop I slice through three and floorboards creak as decapitated torsos thud against them. Five more go down in just the same fashion, and as I leave the house with a heroic sense of self, my jaw drops.

Legions of vile creatures drag themselves towards me in a macabre likeness of a video game made reality. I am Leon Kennedy. And the army in front of me is the reanimated dead they call zombies. Step after step, eventually they surround me. I’m stuck in a vicious whirlwind with the only escapes through the ground as a corpse and through the sky as a martyr. But I choose neither.

Holding the handle all the more tighter, I hack away like a madman. Through flesh and bone that once held minds and souls, I fight to survive. Through men and women, I splatter gore so that I may feel like a hero, but let me tell you. Zombies were people too, and each one that has died, is a person that has gone through death twice. That is twice more than what should be necessary because life must be forever if a martyr is a willing sacrifice.

As I begin to understand the deepest mysteries of this mystery, I grow weak. With the last ounce of my strength I try to strike the final one…but I realize that he is a mirror image of me. Then the realization seeps in…the more pain I cause, the closer I come to destroying myself. Because an eye for an eye only makes the world blind and fighting for survival is an excuse the strong give to eradicate the useless. But no one is useless…if not, we are all useless. Because the ruthless rule the world and word ruthless is only one syllable away from useless. So with one mistake, they become obsolete with loss of power.

Which is exactly what happened to me… As my arms grew weary of swinging this sword, I begin to fall prey to the throng of undead. In the endless expanse of a second I become the opposite of ruthless, and the embodiment of peaceful. While I did not survive, I have attained the knowledge to guide me through the rest of eternity. A transformed man, I embrace death…but with my dying breath I ask just one question…why are there so many zombies!?

LivingDoll

She Dorothy Dandrige, she Marilyn Monroe
Gia Carangi, man she Anna Nicole
Her face won’t tell you what she goes through at all
So she goes through life like she’s just a living doll

She thinks she’s Barbie, she dresses up for every event
Always guy watching ‘cos she’s tryna find her Ken
Went through handfuls of men, but she’s scared of commitment
Living life to the fullest and she doesn’t know her limit

So she’s handing out digits, knows exactly how to work her hips
Then she pouts her lips…’till they never look at other chicks
Light brown eyes, and a body that she’s working with
Smile so seductive you would think that she’s been practicing

Voice melodic and a laugh that’s got you thinking out loud
Perfect woman, fantasizing with your head in the clouds
Nails done, long legs any woman would die for
This female is the opposite of being an eyesore

She’s a beauty, Megan Fox mixed with Jessica Alba
Add a little Hyori Lee with some Scarlett Johansson
She’s stylish, rocking every trend that’s in fashion
Walk of a model but she looks like she’s crashing
And in just two words that’s a fatal attraction

She Dorothy Dandrige, she Marilyn Monroe
Gia Carangi, man she Anna Nicole
Her face won’t tell you what she goes through at all
So she goes through life like she’s just a living doll

Always wearing heels for the added sex appeal
But it’s all a big disguise ’till the scars all heal
They’re slowly fading, but the bruises don’t fade fast
Always sprinting to escape, but she ends up last

Flashback to the past,
See this shy looking girl, just surrounded by nerds
Braces ‘cross her teeth, she was awkward as hell
Did her homework to a tee, never needed no help

But this girl was far from pretty
The type to get ignored in the city
And her pain was just too hard to conceal
Heart aching with the laughter, started throwing up meals

Now she’s making up for years
That they taunted her in middle school
Now she’s feeling hella cool,
Playing with the same dudes that she never went up to

She Dorothy Dandrige, she Marilyn Monroe
Gia Carangi, man she Anna Nicole
Her face won’t tell you what she goes through at all
So she goes through life like she’s just a living doll

She has it all, but she’s feeling like she’s still incomplete
She’s got the health, looks, men and a downtown suite
Working for that dream home with the perfect career
No more modeling for ads and staring into the mirror

Wishing she could just be, more than just what you see
But that won’t happen in her life, unfortunately
So she’s hiding her pain, tryna push it away
Taking pills, medication, doing drugs by the tray

She’s imperfect to a point that her flaws are obscured
A pathetic substitution of what she had to endure
But it’s all a disguise, just a creation of mind
That has her bawling when she cries, every time she close her eyes

Suicide is slowly creeping, but she’s seeking no help
Lost control of herself from all the bullshit and stress
Once a carefree life, now she’s picturing death
Just a real depressed girl, and she’s got nothing left

Tryna just forget what she remembers too well
Made herself look angelic, ‘cos she’s living through hell
And if she stop breathing, told her family pull that cord
‘Cos she’d rather die young and leave a beautiful corpse
Like a doll.