Coffeemaker is engaged
Pull me out of morning daze
But the directions never said
That the brew would wake the dead
Caffeine freaks break down the door
Well awake but craving more
With one hand I grab my axe
And with the other, drink it black
Ripping through decaying flesh
Blood and coffee become meshed
Killing what’s already killed
Yet not a drop of coffee spilled
Zombies lie around my feet
My work not done, I hit the street
Raiding houses across town
Killing owners for their grounds
Drown myself in black liquid
Never have to sleep again
I’ll have myself decapitated
Before I’m decaffeinated