The Last Word – by Zombie Zak
Beneath the covers, with the last of many broken lovers
Grasping, searching, eluding the burden of the infinite.
Trapped in the woods, covered by the veil of green
A twitching response to many aspects obscene.
Furrowed in the ground, by means of root bound
Unending torture delivered by Nature and sound.
Static electrical impulses switched to higher freaks
Rotating the inbound aerial action as it softly speaks.
Dissonance breaks upon the cascade voracious
Simple patterns of time and tide and duplicity.
The body electric splayed before the audience dark
A quiet stroll, a simple dance, an absurd day in the park.
Trepidation, consternation, defenestration complete
Frozen slaughter, encompassed by all of this meat.
Bowing to the inevitable, this song that’s grossly sung
The Alpha and Omega grasping the last surly rung.
Dancers, leaves and airborne ideas, spirited away
Humanity’s last chance, boiled away by the last Word …
Can you see what the Fates have in store for us?
Their wicked plays, their wicked ways?
Can you see what horror the Fates have displayed for us?
Their wicked plans, their wicked clans?
Can you see how the Fates work their dangerous patterns?
Their wicked games, their wicked names?
It’s all about the numbers, it’s all about the result.
Doubt the game, doubt the self, find a new way.
Open up your mind and accept yourself
Fully and in its entirety, be, but mostly: