The Zombie Junkyard

By Amanda & Joe Davis
April 6, 2001

As I rise this dreary dark night,
I will feed on flesh to quench the appetite
I stagger towards the people and the bright lights,
As they gaze upon my ghastly horrid sight
They run in fear and try to hide,
Pondering the idea that they're gonna die
Flesh satifies the hunger, as i tear it from bones,
Easing the pain of death's hollow moans.