Zombie love.
Zombie heart.
Boy quit pulling me back down into the grave.
Just so you can sink your blunt teeth into my soft skin.
We both know what it did for you for the last few years.
Nothing.
You just kept on moaning while my heart still beats.
And neither of us are any closer than we were before.
I can’t bring you back to life.
And your decaying jaw can’t devour me.
So lets stop playing this charade.
Zombie boy,
I’m through.
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