Blood to Hold the Angst

A few drops of blood to hold the angst
to add another to the zombie race.
Pulled there by repetitive addictive crime
they all seem of one mind.

Victim to their own
violent depressed moan
Fueling their own anger
their closest friends becomes a stranger

Destruction held within
appears briefly on their skin.
Back within a day
the pain just won't go away

Forget the hope they once had
now the story is too sad.
Impossible to go back
they know they set this trap

They let the smile disappear
pulled the pain far to near.
All done by and to one person
emotion tuned to lives omission