Sonnet Sunday’s: Dead Party

The creature’s opaque eyes search in bloodlust

This is the time survival is a must

It’s hunting to tear apart living skin

I believe we’re paying for all the sin

It knows that I am her and I’m alive

Must do everything I can to survive

The insanity. more than I can take

Could this be from some government’s mistake

From upstairs, I can hear the closing door

It traces the footsteps across the

From this metal box, I can hear the screams

The creature devours my hopes and dreams

How long will I be trapped in this steel cage

Held bound up by this morbid monster’s rage

It comes back smelling the air for my scent

And now there’s a scraping sound on cement

They’re now coming towards me, is this the end

What in heaven can I do to defend

They pound on the door trying to get in

So scared I feel the quiver in my chin

Hinges giving the door will soon be down

One’s a mother, the other’s a damn clown

I push the door to knock their balance off

Then I dart off faster than you can cough

While running up the stairs, one of them breaks

The dead lunge at me, and that’s all it takes

I do all I can to put up a fight

But it is no use, they scratch and bite

I let out a scream filled with complete pain

As my blood from the wounds begins to drain

Down but not out, I shoot one in the head

But soon I’ll be one of the living dead