Murder in the Cabins

So the police officer asked me
What really happened?

But all my lips would mutter
were Bloody God damn Nation,
I don't fu ck ing remember!

No matter how hard I wanted
to tell them my lips seemed
to never let me speak.
Never tell them of my fearful week.
All I did was sit there
shaking violently, banging my
head against the wall.
My tears turned to pleas,
for they would not understand.
I never killed my 5 friends!

The zombies came and ate them.
We all just went away leaving
the city behind.
3 days is what was expect,
I was there for a week.
Soon the police came looking,
and found me in the attic.
I was to scared to come out.
But when they got me down,
handcuffs were placed upon me.

I was arrested on sight
for the murder of 5 people, whom
all were my friends.
The scene was that out
of a horror movie.

Close your eyes tight
and picture what I describe to you.

I watched the detective bend his
head over the railing, vomiting
for at least 5 minutes.
The on scene detectives, and
the local police were all scrambling
to get out.
Never before have they seen
the scene that was left for them
to clean up.

Scattered around the cottage
outside and In,
lay pieces of bodies.
What was left of them.
Their heads ripped off, decapitated
every last one of them.
There brains were missing,
pulled out though there skull.
Most likely they were eaten.
Stained red floors,
guts laid like a carpet.
Spread everywhere , severed
arms and missing fingers.
A foot laid upon the table.
Blood spattered walls,
Finger nails ground into the floor.
Some attached to hands,
some just lay there by themselves.
There eyes were dangling
popped out of there eye socket.
All 5 of my friends were dead
and gone.

Now I sit in jail,
sit here and rot.
Thinking why didn't they
come and eat me, like they
ate the rest?
Cursed in the prison,
I am now there bi tc h.
This is my worse nightmare,
welcome to my living hell.

I sold my soul to the devil,
Now a demon posses me.
He calls upon the dead,
Through me he lets them
feed upon the living.

I am the master of the undead,
and destroyer of the living.
And my next stop,
the prison in which will be painted
red, left empty and silent.
And when the hero's come
and arrive, I'll be the only survivor.
So my cycle never ends.
I am the master of the undead.

'Murder in the Cabins' Copyright © Jacki Ford