Thanks for the gift you left at the front door-- I wept cause I figured you left for good 'till I opened the box in horror to find a zombie black mamba instead of my heart.
Thanks for the living dead snake constricting around my brain making me think of nothing but you eschewing daily life. The venom takes away my appetite-- the sun is too bright and sunny so I stay inside my room filled with flies writing about the time you left this living dead snake instead of my heart.
It keeps squeezing and gnawing-- it's venom fills me with haunting memories of the times I didn't see you slowly pulling away-- hugs stiffened your kisses listless and eyes drowning while the sound of your voice sings disinterest.
Luckily you gave to me a zombie black mamba instead of my heart so I can always remember our time together.