Mental Ground Zero

As I walk with my pack,

down these putrid streets,

In this cheesy 3rd world city,

With the dead at my feet,

I think of eternity,

and the people who have died,

and all that's left to kill,

and the disease that fills my mind.

I have just stepped in

to mental ground zero.

Fully armed and fully primed

like a "B" vid hero.

The rads buzz through my mind

like mechanical mesquitos.

I just out lived my time

here at mental ground zero.

We have just left the city

and found another place;

But it's really just the same,

angry zombies with no taste.

Before the big bomb hit

they were really just the same.

Have I really just noticed it;

or have I gone insane?

I have just stepped in

to mental ground zero.

Fully armed and fully primed

like a "B" vid hero.

The rads buzz through my mind

like mechanical mesquitos.

I just out lived my time

here at mental ground zero.

The painful fear of death,

controlls this rotting hull.

Fire, flame and hunger,

consume this empty soul.

I could end it all tomarrow,

but I don't want the control,

I feel this world disapate,

as it flushes down the bowl.