Zombies
Angry shadows, faceless zombies,
biting, chewing, clawing,
devouring the helpless,
but you don't see it.
They come for you next,
cold, uncaring, murderous,
those who were once human.
Broken mirrors, stainless steel,
you only see what you want.
Reflection, perception.
Stop lying to yourself.
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