Zombie Curse
I walk among the dead eyes,
and I watch them devour perfumed rotting flesh
Gnashing sharp carnal teeth into soft innocence,
some souls never really had a chance to live
I see the zombies congregate together;
in the evening shade cool time of the day,
the garments of decency is shed
Naked to their shame,
it matters not to them
Driven by an evil desire to consume
more sickly sweet decaying flesh,
their minds are so spiritually empty
Ambling along in a quasi-beastly way,
snarling at the heavens
The moon comes out of her chamber,
dressed in a fine, silvery glow gown
She is greeted with oblivious glances
And the living graves all open up at 2 a.m.,
it’s zombie feeding time
Cursed be anyone who comes out as they dine
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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