Wednesday 1 February 2012

Living Dead

I feel that feral fever festering,
it seems I'm forever bitten, never scarred
and my hunger for flesh is pestering
where I'm craving your soft, delicate heart.

I treat my victims with the utmost care
but I cannot promise a safe return
and what I offer is something so rare
that it is a life which you have to earn.

I know that what I am terrifies you
but you'll soon grow accustomed to the sweet taste;
I might have bitten off more than I can chew
but I will not let your heart go to waste.

I have walked the earth as the living dead
but then you made me feel alive instead.

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