Kelly Zion (11/27/1994)
Laying in the cold grass
reaching for a helping hand
no one loves the Walking Dead
so cut off my skeleton legs
why should I run anymore
what am I even running for?
Listen closely, I won't hurt you
I trusted you that much, you know
I still have words to let them know
there's no hope in a zombie home.
Georgia, you were so beautiful
but only zombies don't feel the cold
so take me to the paradise that was cut out;
the worst volcano in the world
why should I let the rain wash my hopes,
''God Don't Make Lonely Girls'
But what can I do when no one hears?
And all my poet 'friends' are vampires
'here's a piece of the action, '
don't you know the first rock stars were satanists?
What are you trying to turn us into, world?
Why do so many people love things so horrible?
I don't love death or suicide
or else why would I be crying?
It just would sometimes be nice to die
or else not be alone
when I'm just left lying in the sand
of my zombie after-home.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
And yes, it is true the first rock stars were satanists.
I wrote this poem in answer to a reader comment. They asked me why people used to be so obsessed with zombies, vampires, and suicide. I said; it's because there music wasn't helping them any.
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