Realm of the walking dead is indeed vast
Their deathly dreams are big and just
They want to build their gilded castles
Amidst the slumber of their death
They walk around with those downcast eyes
Trying to find a cure for death
They sniff and grope to find their folks
To exchange their morbid stinking breath…
Deathly dreams and entombed lust
Fly around when they congregate
The oldest corpse among their guild
Rants and raves of warmth and fire
Incense and perfumes are thrown around
To mask the stink of walking dead
Fires of sandal are lit here and there
To mimic the warmth of living dreams
Out they came… the walking dead
With a plastic skin to mask the death
They felt happy with their new found smell
And went on to build their gilded tombs
2 comments:
intense :) nice!
thanks sajna....
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