Zombie King
copyright me, 2007
soft-spoken because broken
amazed to still be here
louder and prouder than Lucifer
of nothing, for no reason
nothing more or less than a man
another man in a numberless land
done things to stay alive
compromised to survive
danced extremely closely to the flame
and stared into the fire
for as long as one could
longer than one should
stumble around now like a zombie king
numbly staring at a missing ring
like somebody stole the precious
just pushed along by drive
the only thing left
to seek pleasure
and avoid pain
beaten like a dog
just another turning cog
in the wheel of a machine
that he can't get off
but I can, man
saving grace
truth be told
is that you can achieve release
but you lose that right
if you leave the fight
to fondle the tits and jewels
while others go without
and so the zombie king
without his ring
stumbles around eventually to his grave
and there he may lie
for a million years
suffering no fears
concocting no plans
and avoiding the light of day
who can say
what would break the spell
and free him from
awareness without passion
easy style with no sense of fashion
and the spirits that he keeps alive
but not living
zombie king
missing his ring