Friday 13th (Zombie Apocalypse)

Friday 13th (again) and again I'm in hiding

For this might be the day when worlds are colliding

Or maybe the dead will rise in a zombie apocalypse

When all the rotting roamers swarm the metropolis

I'm under the stairs, with nitrous oxide already

I'm supping on gas, I'm feeling quite heady

But it's all darkly calm, beyond the rays of the sun

Just me and the gas and the nails of the gun

I'm honed, but alone, I'm ired not placid

For it's the ides I abide when I'm dropping the acid

Of  Friday 13ths there's never a dirth

So I'm numbing this calamity for all it is worth

An hour to go and..... and all is well

But there's a distant rumbling, an artillery shell?

I'll suck it and see, but my head is now spinning

For the end is nigh, it's the end's beginning

I'm waxing the light, I'm burning a candle

And I can see it now, the turn of the handle

The creak of the door, a sinister snigger

I sup on the gas and then I'm pulling the trigger

Friday 13th (again), but I'm out on the street

Nail in my head and shuffling my feet

Dawn's quickly approaching the desolate metropolis

As I search for the herd of the zombie apocalypse

I'm shaking, I'm breaking, I'm as brittle as ice

For all that there was, was gone in a trice

I'm frothing and foaming, an unhinged rusty bracket

And I'm alone in this cell, I'm in a straightjacket