Just some random shit I want to write.

Just a random thought I got well looking up into the sky, why flowers? I was in a field of flowers, why zombies, and insanity? Why the hell not?!

A bouquet of death, a bloom of black, 

A rotting smell that will never fade,

 In every single blossom, a soul that cracks,

 With voices calling from the grave.

A twisted dance of limbs and rot,

 A melody made from the dead,

 A twisted view that the zombies got,

 Of the world they once knew, 

So soon to decay.