When I Can't Do Anything Else

Clicker

I'm here, strumming guitar chords in the middle of a zombie apocalypse,
Their screeches and inhuman howls in the prowl combines with my voice,
I'm alive in the night, bonfire alight, surrounded with people who survived without the Bite,
Hitting it off with my broken dreams as my inspiration, as this generation fell in the grasps of the infected,
I'm almost close to tearing up, but I have these people who carry the same nightmares, I need to put a brave face,
I'll bawl my eyes out quietly when it's lights out, and hug the makeshift tent close so I wouldn't fall back up, just in case,
Remembering the instant deaths of fast gunshot, or the hunger of those monstrous mutants, wiped our species clean,
Guitar in my lap, all of us clap our hands in sync in the rhythm, feeling like children we've never been,

Tonight, we gather in this orange spectacle, celebrate another day, celebrate that our bodies are still intact,
A teenager with her bow and arrows, an unstoppable rifle and underaged weaponry,
A story waiting to unfold, I remember the days of being friends with the fireflies, gradually becoming a lover of the light,

Soldiers, anti-governments, adventures, a guitar and an innocent girl,
Buildings are ready to crumble, and delapidated cities, crawling with feral devils,
Nature taking over industrialized structures, making famous places unknown by deep green,
Trying to fit in in the world that gave up on itself,
Shelter was anything but safe, and spasmodic clicking sounds roam the dark,
Immune to the calamity that has become a reality, carefree and kind, I never use my pistol too much,

I'm here, strumming guitar chords in the middle of a zombie apocalypse,
I'm singing about you, 'cause you're gone,
You're one with the light,
And I'm still at the dark,

I promise to find you,
And I'll bring a new friend along, too,
Everything's changing each step,
But I have my bow and arrows,
My guitar and my comic books,
In this raggedy backpack that I have,

It's morning, and we have to rendezvous,
I'll finish this song in the next stop,
Guess I have to prepare,
And find my way out
The dark

//k.u.