Zombie Love

As clean as it seems,
The lady’s lips, painted to shine,
Pouring pointed monstrous lies.

How would have he known?
Tears poured down her eyes, to show,
How her was the cleaner conscience.

He wiped them off over,
Killed everything that was on beneath,,
Like a child lost to ardency.

On a rough winter when,
All her paints faded to grey,
She stood, Helpless, caught, Naked.

In her cold eyes then,
He couldn’t find his place beneath,
Ah! His heart bate such anguish.

He closed his eyes firm,
He’d never open again,
She, free, merry on her way.

As he walks the streets,
Children, middling, points him, says “There, there!
Another living dead.”

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