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Do you know what I am? Can you take me by the hand? I can not see my paths not clear. In the darkest hours that are near. We’ll keep each other strong as we fight through this zombie throng
Into old familiar frames. I can see the burning flames. I just wanna die but I stay alive. I can’t look back for i fear the zombie attack.
And its just you and me as far as I can see. I just shot a priest now I’ll leave him there to bleed because he don’t mean shit to me he just a fucking zombie
We walk our path in the light because we fear the thought of night. What lingers there isn’t right a gruesome grotesque sight a twisted blistered face some hell created race.
And we blow them all away one by one they fall. Its hard to breathe with blood and agony. You won’t let them take me. As your pistol screams. Another one dies. gun smoke burns my eyes. What a sweet sting. My ears always ring. I’m so fucking alive! I’m burning up inside. We will survive and keep each other alive.
In the confusion I hear sound a voice so soft but in my head it pounds. I see you fall to one knee. You’re not fucking leaving me. You’re just 5 steps away. But it seems to take all day. Shot gun bang I call him fang. Reload cock I bust another rock. A pile of five at my feet. You take a second to look up at me but you need no comforting, arise and stand on your own. What true valor you’ve shown. Now I won’t be all alone.
Maybe one day we’ll kiss if there is any love at end of this. I won’t count on it. We’ve seen to much shit no one understands what its like to survive in zombie land.
Everything is unrelated
Everything is complicated
If I could find away to connect them all
I’d be so famous
If there was nothing at all I’d be so lost and alone.
What is it we should see in the mirror?
Don’t we see that nothing gets fixed around here?
Reflections are in my mind as we remember all we left behind
Summer days host the sun all the snow flakes run.