Who Are You?

Now that I am totally rewriting my zombie epic, it seems as though I have a lot of extra poetic verse that will not be making it into the project. While in some ways this is a bit disappointing, it definitely gives me a lot of stuff that I can post on here. Please give this a look, any and all feedback will be appreciated.

Who are you, my vision of beauty?

You still seem so familiar to me

I feel as if I can sense your every move

Experience your every fear

I can see you standing there

Trembling at the horrid sight before you

Did one of my brothers do that?

Do I need to ask?

Alas, the bridge to the promised land

Our union… Our destiny… Our reality ahead

I saw this in one of your dreams dear

The yellow towers rising from the depths of the rapids

The dark mouth opening ahead of me

It is just as you described… It is perfect

Where are you taking me?

Why am I following you?

There it is again… My hunger

Others must be closing in

I must… I must feed…

I cannot control myself any longer

The pain is piercing my abdomen

Over there… I feel two of you in the corner

I must compose myself… Maybe I can blend in

But, the pain… The pain is killing me

It is weird how the infestation has taken control of my body

Yet, my mind remains sound

 For the most part, I can manage these insatiable cravings

Control them until the flesh calls to me

That aroma… That fragrance

The blood flowing like a bitter gravy over your loins

I cannot take it any longer

I must… I must feast

I am close now, but five feet them

I do not think they realize I am near

My sanity sets me apart from the monsters that are devouring the city

I reach out

The woman…Sheer terror as I grasp her tightly

Her shriek echoes through the empty streets

Her partner turns… Pulling the trigger of her cannon

Wait… No…

How can that be?

The bullet… It tore through me

I can feel the shards taking hold in my insides

But, I still stand here gorging myself on the remains of her friend

First the brains, now, the intestines

Divine… Absolutely divine

Her soft skin slides effortlessly down my throat

Her veins aged to perfection

Another bullet barely misses me

I turn to her friend; it is her turn to be my buffet

Unless she runs

Run damn it… I will not chase you

I am content finishing off this beauty

I still have a few bites left before she turns and joins the quest

Run…. Please run

I promise I will not follow… At least…. At least for now