Caught in a spiral of self destruction

Contemplating how and where it will end

Sitting down to watch the show

Afraid to move, dying low

 

Life flashes, in front of you, in slow, slow motion

A boring long horror movie, its outcome well known

Only that this time, the zombie is you

Feeding on the flesh of all you once thought you knew

 

Terrified and tired, pursued by imperfection

You cower and crawl, till there's no cover left

Here comes the climax, with tragic foreboding

You begin to run, but don't know where you're going