Zombie

That day after the conversation
He walked down the street
And you know what
So orphaned it looked
Like his lips do when words dry

The street lights were on
Not light but gloom it emitted
And ghosts sprinting
Yet no fright the eyes found

Since lies muffled the spirit
And life ceased to flow
The self metamorphosed
Into a zombie consuming his own flesh
A shallow sight
The ghost dreaded of
©jeyforyou

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