What Started the Zombie Apocalypse

Envy. It is a seed that drains the lifeblood of your soul. It is for, I, we, the people whose loneliness blackens the light of the mind, and soon the heart. So dark, that even the slightest ray is lost in the void of dissatisfaction for as long as the eyes turn to the next yard.

It only serves the master of pride. Envy, I say, has scorned the lives of many. Push it deeper, and it borrows within. It does not go away. It will not go away. It is a trigger that fires a gun not unto the object, but the subject of unwillingness, and surrenders to it anyways.

With an envious heart, one scorns the self in the mirror. It's a shadow that pulls all insecurities to resurface, even the ones once befriended. It turns your friends into foes. Kindness to pitty. It corrupts. And it shall degrade you. Eat you alive and make you feel as if you are alive. A zombie.


And it is I, pride, who shall keep company. It is I who shall remain when you die. Pride is a clingy little thing. You cannot rid of me without damaging. I shall betray you none whilst you breathe. And til your last breath, it is I you have nonetheless. But even with pride, you will die alone.


Pride started the zombie apocalypse.
I did not know how it started--
or maybe I do but I did not want to admit it.
Maybe I started it.

In the dark, it pulls all insecurities to resurface,
even the ones once befriended.
 It turns your friends into foes.
Kindness to pitty. It corrupts.
And it shall degrade you.
Eat you alive and make you feel as if,
as if you are alive. A zombie.
A walking dead man whose endless hunger
is what keeps it walking
What does it want anyway?
Who does it serve?