If you ever find yourself driving

Be careful where you wander

Because you might find a sleepy, little town

Shrouded by night.

Follow the dimly lit street and

You will find me

Sorely, sulking alongside many zombie-like

creatures.

You will see what could be blood

Drizzling from their cold lips

When in reality

it’s just saliva.

If you walk into a room,

They will have their heads in there hands

With their eyes glazed over,

Longing for an escape

From this eternal boredom.

A sound pierces the air

Calls to them like a mother bird calling her babies to her.

Bit by bit, they walk through the halls

Groaning underneath their breath

Going to what must be an identical room

To do the same thing.

This place is the local high school

And there is no escape.