I, Zombie

Stabbed, slashed, then hanged under a starry sky.
My whole body festers. Can’t even cry.
Murdered and buried in an unmarked grave,
Gone, my toes and fingers! Revenge I crave.

Squirming maggots eat my juicy eyeballs.
My nose and ears rot. Oh, how my hate calls!
Emerged and undead with neck bound in rope,
My mouth’s gone to pot. Oh, how can I cope?

Our street quiet. Our home dark. Our door there.
The key in the jar will open your lair.
The scent is above. These stairs I can’t climb.
The house was too far. These feet are green slime.

I hear a question, who’s there, from the hall.
Had no inking. Just staring at a wall.
No use hiding. The head’s rotten. It smells.
No use thinking. The brain’s done for. Hell’s bells!

A flashlight in hand, you come with a gun.
I have no doubt nor fear. Can’t let you run.
With a stump, out I step into the light.
With a stump, out I reach into your fright.

You drop the gun, for you’re frozen with fear.
I hug and ram a knife into your ear.
Finally, I’ve killed the murderous beast.
At last, I’ve gotten my fabulous feast.

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