zombies

I was fooling like a zombie when I met another zombie.
I walked with a zombie.
I hold a zombie's hand and I've watched his eyes fade.
I listened to a zombie's tongue.
I thought I heard a zombie's heart beating for me.
I tasted a zombie's lips and I felt nothing but sweetness.
I felt a zombie's skin, it was soft and wed.
I made a zombie's blood run trough his veins again.
I thought I did.
I let a zombie take my heart, play with it and eat it like it was a meat pie.
And now, after a year, he took my brain and he wears it as a frisbie trophy.