The death’s glow.
So beautiful and flawless you seem to be.
You look at me disgusted.
My body is rotting, but I still breathe.
I am a zombie.
Your velvet skin looks beautiful in the moonlight.
Your ocean-blue eyes stare at me.
I am nothing like I used to be.
Just an ugly monster.
You scream and shout as you run from me.
I bet soon you will try to kill me.
But ungracefully I keep moving.
My rotting eyes can still see.
You find a gun and shoot at me.
Oh how beautiful and perfect you seem to be.
But we are not much different, we are kin.
Inside you are as rotten as my skin.
