Vignette

Not sure when it started, peelin' from his bones
Piece it back together all alone
Hope it held together long enough for he
To pitch the greener grasses and hope that she would agree
Fresh off a binger in the woods
Flesh covered in bites
Testing what is real, what is good
Man, it's been a long night
It's a tribute to zombies of which I've become
Where do I go from here?