Zombie,
walking dead,
heart stabbed
through and through.
Why is it,
this,
the way it be,
this stabbed
again and again,
til no life be left,
why was this,
it,
your goal?
What did you have to prove,
to yourself or who.
I never did a thing,
but love you,
and want you,
and work
my way to you,
and try to guard my heart,
and try to guard our love,
from invaders invading,
through door left unlocked,
swung open wide,
with
welcome sign displayed.
When thieves come in your house,
and load your treasures up,
what is a man to do?
Hold the door open wide,
and help thieves carry away,
your most valuable held on high?
So empty he,
void of life,
this Zombie,
I now be,
wondering why it was,
you stole our treasure
from we.
