Day 247

The leg of my son was the last thing I ate

His spleen and his liver are next

Another reminder of hell upon earth 

A cannibal; I am perplexed 

Am I any better than all the undead

Am I any less of a ghoul

Am I not the monster I fight every day

Or am I just flesh, bone and drool

My daughter ran off and has joined in the horde

Her mother was who I ate first 

My wife had been bitten; I cut off that limb 

And then curbed the hunger and thirst 

The burning of flesh brought up bile from my gut

But when I carved out of her thigh 

The heavenly taste was like nothing I'd had

Devouring her heart got me high 

Rebecca had bolted; she just couldn't stay

But watching her flee in the street

The zombies all gathered and bit out her brain

It must have been tasty to eat

I watched her rise up, and she shambled away

My son and I left in the room

His illness would claim him in just a few days

But that didn't fill me with gloom

My stomach grew empty in just a few days

Of finishing Shelia's remains

As Tommy passed on, I made up quite a fire 

And counted his death in my gains

Correct my assumption, but now that they're gone

My food source has dwindled to none

It's time to get moving or I'll end up dead

And my time is surely not done

I don't think those shamblers know what i can do

I don't think they fear what I am

But look out, I'm coming, my knife in my hand

I'll eat you and don't give a damn ...