Walk With Me
Come take a walk in the tombs with me,
go on a little late night graveyard stroll,
Let the vampire wing full moon silhouette
overshadow us in the chilly October rain
Let me kiss your pale cadaver lips in the cold,
pick a few dying flowers, violets-do-forget
Make you remember the harshest jolt pain,
as you try to avoid your laboratory cloned destiny
No monster truly ever have wistful regret,
tears on the tracks of an oncoming train
Pride of life is such a vexing cemetery mystery,
reaper of souls need only to vanguard thoughts bold
Lovers of temporary pleasures breathe insane,
should Herr Doktor rewire your internal history?
But all of the replacement parts have been sold,
and your frayed insulation is starting to get very wet
Let me cover you with a warm shroud of circuit certainty,
bring you back into the dank dungeon gallows fold
The touch of electricity should amplify your sweat,
energize the dirt maggots crawling in your brain
Come take a walk in the tombs with me,
lets re-animate and lose the fear of zombie release
Take baby steps back to the petri dish reset
Any one other than me will run from your ghoul pain,
only another like you can hold the metallic poles
Walk with me, as we both half-life decay old
Walk darkly thru the catacomb tombs with me,
let the Lycanthrope beast within lose control
Walk with me to the lowest nether crypt degree
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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