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.