[bloodcreature]

Zombie Lovers
by Daniel Malone

My love for you accents my death,
rot and stench is your every breathe.

I loved you dead from the start,
because there's no beat of my heart.

When we touch you're decaying flesh falls,
I enjoy how your maggot's crawl.

Making love in morbid disgust,
because our loves' not a grotesque lust.

We would hug without struggle or strife,
if sticking out of my chest wasn't your knife.