An Eventual End

The horde caresses me with bloodied hands
I tried so hard to survive, to escape, but no
All of my efforts seem to have been for nought
And truly, when I think about it, it goes to show
That nothing man does can prevent his fate
Nothing we do will make our eventual deaths not so
So many died twice, thanks to my effort
And I made it so very very far, you know
I saw the edge of freedom on the horizon
I may be disappointed, I may be sad, although
I'm mostly just alright with this fate of mine
After all, isn't this death a chance to grow?
This way, I can perpetuate myself for a while
I might be dead, but my legacy has grown more so
Than it ever would have before this fall
I have a chance to live on, in this strange show
My zombified children will spread forth
And make this curse simply go and go and go
In a way, I'm proud of this; is that odd at all?


By the way, ow, ow, oh god, this is painful.


I can see my organs.