Zombie
cold stony, piercing nights,
when you sleep cozy.....
I walk around.......i zombie.
A "bloody thought" fight.
Knock-knock my pulse throbbed,
..........but my brain is already dead.
I see you grey...........grey is the blood.
Lips stitched..............can't feel the touch.
i hit here, bang my knees there.
Lost in ways without pain & fear,
no hunger to eat you up...........
ya! thirsty i'm sure not for blood.
Crawling towards you in a misery,
i'm dropping my limbs in a furry.
............Somewhere.....the heart is missed ......
.......soiled in filth & dirt its sick.
Zombie ......got a heart to lick .......
i ate myself in a click.
No tries ; no worries,
your love showered doom on soul & heart.
Rotten and sick dug in a pit....
my zombie ate whole of it.
.........With the yellow light ,
i dug the zombie inside catastrophe ;
ready for next ............fight.
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