Zombie Song


Lonely gnaws to bone
Of you digs right into the marrow
Core it bores such holes
In you can never
Hold in any thing
That’s good it settles and it
Brews it places
Otherwise so sacred
Where you make yourself to be
In action and in heart it
Pulls you in implosive
Sucks of gravitation
Thrusts against the self
To bust the soul from hope
So broke and lonely
All you know is only this
Forever living in a walking tomb
Called life

© K Barr


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