Poem Infected

I sort-of attempted to write a poem in the point-of-view of a person who is in the process of turning into a zombie, this is what i came up with.
Shut myself into the blackness, i'm nothing in this world.
My mind full of madness, my inner plots unfurled.
I think nothing of the family, whom I happily left behind.
I only wish to rot in the dark, where happiness i find.
This black mist covers my soul, like night takes over day.
My tears and sorrow long gone, forever locked away.
I've been cursed and forsaken, to the devil my soul I give.
I only hunger for one thing, The flesh of those who live.