For the fans of "The Walking Dead," here's a "creepy" lyric to tie you over in anticipation of the series' return and Feb. 14. Note: Some of the images may be too intense for younger readers.
Zombie Love, or Necrophilia as Romance
In the necropolis
I found
My zombie love
Walking around.
It's midnight
And the hue
Is not mauve pink
But black and blue.
Your carapace,
My love,
Was striking
When it was alive.
Now that it's
Dead and overdone
The stench is
Ne're much fun.
I could but love
You even more
But death hangs
Primly at your door.
Your hair
Worn in a bun
Would shame a
Reggae Rasta man.
Your lips
A rich vermilion
Have feasted on
One million.
Your eyes
Once flames of fire
Now lust
Dead with desire.
If only
We could share
An arm, a foot
Or a steak, rare.
If only
It were true
That I could make
Sweet love to you.
If such
Would be my fate,
That I could love
The ones I ate;
Then take me
To my zombie grave
And I will be
Your zombie slave.
Zombie Love, or Necrophilia as Romance
In the necropolis
I found
My zombie love
Walking around.
It's midnight
And the hue
Is not mauve pink
But black and blue.
Your carapace,
My love,
Was striking
When it was alive.
Now that it's
Dead and overdone
The stench is
Ne're much fun.
I could but love
You even more
But death hangs
Primly at your door.
Your hair
Worn in a bun
Would shame a
Reggae Rasta man.
Your lips
A rich vermilion
Have feasted on
One million.
Your eyes
Once flames of fire
Now lust
Dead with desire.
If only
We could share
An arm, a foot
Or a steak, rare.
If only
It were true
That I could make
Sweet love to you.
If such
Would be my fate,
That I could love
The ones I ate;
Then take me
To my zombie grave
And I will be
Your zombie slave.
