.
The night reek of dead bodies
and the moon is scared of the sky.
These are breathing corpse,
scrambling for oxygen.
Can't you see their pitiful eyes?
Life is living through death
.
Broken coffins, laid opened.
The smell of dead bodies
made love with the atmosphere.
Why is the graveyard filled with empty tombs?
Has the soulless souls risen?
I can hear the cry of bush babies
rippled from decayed breast
.
Tonight we dine with the zombies
that roam our streets and drink from broken human skulls
Tonight we shake hands with death and dance with the spirits.
TONIGHT!
.
{c}Joseph.udo
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
.
The night reek of dead bodies
and the moon is scared of the sky.
These are breathing corpse,
scrambling for oxygen.
Can't you see their pitiful eyes?
Life is living through death
.
Broken coffins, laid opened.
The smell of dead bodies
made love with the atmosphere.
Why is the graveyard filled with empty tombs?
Has the soulless souls risen?
I can hear the cry of bush babies
rippled from decayed breast
.
Tonight we dine with the zombies
that roam our streets and drink from broken human skulls
Tonight we shake hands with death and dance with the spirits.
TONIGHT!
.
{c}Joseph.udo
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