Zombie

I took the graveyard shift tonight
The sky was dark, the hole was tight
A bloody gunshot and a boom
Rotten corpses howling at the moon.

The silence fell upon the hill
The rusty cars and their sick thrill,
A screech and squeak
The pipes would leak
Of blood and guts,
The nasty cuts.

If only I could weep,
My scars were very deep
If i could just bleed out the pain
If i could just cough
...The rust of bare feelings

And run away...