Poem: Paradise

Sallow faces stare at me with swollen, puss filled eyes.
The dead now wander through the streets of Paradise.
Hungry for a living soul, they search the streets.
Unbound of all humanity, they eat.
Everywhere I turn, they follow me.
There’s no escape that I can see.
Death is drawing ever near.
I scream with rage and fear.
Hands begin to grasp,
and cold hands clasp.
Then they bite.
I fight.
I—