The Bird and the Deceased
I had an itch on
My head, I scratched, released hair
A clump in my hand
A bird landed here
Stole some hair to make a nest
Hunger consumed me
No shelter was made
But I subsided my need
Only for a sec
An Oscar Winning Song
So many choices
It's hard out here for zombies
Give me everyone
Fragile
"Guys let go of me."
This is a constant tug of war
My corpse ripped in half
Ewww
What is this liquid
Spewing from my mouth, nose
My jaw in my hand
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