we are zombies

I see slums
and I see ice-creams,
I see flamingoes
in orange sewerings,
I see dead and I see living
mingling in the dirty wrinklings.

We are zombies
all recycled,
we are not green
or stereotypical,
we are ideas
we are symbollic
of better things hidden
in sonic form,
we are pain
and the band-aids,
we are puking
in our pantays.

We are monsters
we are zombies,
we party on sundays
and dance
and dance
and dance,
we are recylced
we are living
we are born.

I see through sunglasses
at midnight tommorow,
I see people stuck in toilets
like supportive classes
'Don't touch me.',
I see eveything
I never wanted to be a
stalker of all the
things that don't repulse me.