I knew it was too good to be true.
A broken friendship risen from the dead,
Now it’s skin is rotting, turning black and blue.
It is not the same as it was before,
I tried so hard to make it work,
But it inexplicably became a horror.
I knew it was going to end,
Because I’m terrified of zombies,
And you don’t know how to be a friend.
If your character weakness is cutting ties
And your nose to spite your face,
Then giving you second chances must be mine.
This is where we finally die.