The Man Who Liked Zombies

Remember the time
I had that dream with all the zombies in it
And you didn't listen to a word I said
Over and over again in your room
Well it may be your room
But its my stairwell
God dammit!
You stare well
Here we go again
With the pounding of a distant limb, boards against the windows and doors

She can't see
She can't hear-
We go again with the
Pounding of a distant limb, boards against the windows and doors

She can't see
She can't-
Here we go again
Without a thought to my feeling
My problem with you is that I-
Can’t you feel anymore?
Can't you just let it drop?
Falling-

And I wake up
And zombies aren't that bad
After all
Nothing is