Zombied out on fear my friends gave me a medal for digging a hole with my bare hands and walking on water like the messiah when she was lonely and thirsty for politicians, generals and reporters
locking and loading the sign of the cross gave me goosebumps and butterflies like before a big football game, the world knew i was sick, served me up anyway like a rusty can of c-rations
my friends, adrenaline junkies, zombied out on fear, shuffled about their business making life out of anxiety and death, a pursuit they felt better than sex until beetles ate their flesh and they drowned
