I, Zombie, Part Ii: the Defining
In my zombie time
I see no reason or rhyme
For the Monster mine
Where is drawn the line
Between the soul and the mind
That it hides behind
There light will not shine
In darkness cold and unkind
Rooms it cannot find
Pain that tears and binds
Fear to fetter and confine
Just some of the signs
Screaming in my head
The evil one wants me dead
So, the Monster said
A study in red
Monster doesn’t want me dead
Torture me instead
Monster wants me bled
The Daemon wants to be fed
Feeling total dread
Daemons all aligned
To hell my soul is consigned
My death is assigned
Taking drugs and wine
Not a cure for thee and thine
Wacked out to the nines
Cannot run and hide
No solution suicide
Only you’ll have died
For you they will pine
All your loved ones left behind
That route’s asinine
The Monster’s inside
You see the Zombie outside
A maddening ride
Exiled from mankind
The Monster is not refined
Daemons undefined
Quick definition
Monster's bipolar
Disorder you see
Daemon's alcohol
Addiction that has slowly
Taken hold of me
One escaped his cage
The other broke free his chains
I am the Zombie
Human redefined
Ridiculous from sublime
The Zombie defined…
Copyright © Jeff W. Watson | Year Posted 2020
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