Once upon a time I wrote about Vampire Love, when spending sleepless nights and horrendous drowsy mornings were my fate. This Halloween, the tables have turned in the imagination of my mind. Enjoy!
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A Zombie,
in its broadest sense, is a person who has lost his or her sense of
self-awareness and identity, and cares only for the destruction (and often consumption)
of any human around, no matter what the circumstances, or cost to his or her
self. – Zombiepedia
And
then there were two…
him
and you
But
in reality I had neither one
I
fell for him deeply,
gravitating
towards him like the pull of the sun
Waiting
on him for something I can only hope he’ll do
And
all while I feel a confusing minimal for you
So
I find myself burning both ends of a nonexistent candle in the forefronts of my
mind
His
shadow being the only thing I can’t help but find
I
continue to bury you deep beneath endless black holes
only
so that I can find peace from torturing your soul
Love
may be the eerie term I am feeling for him,
while
it seems to be the darkest term you’ve applied to me on a whim
If
only I was as forgetful as the one that isn’t you,
life
may be far more pleasant for us two
But
he reminds me of that stubborn memory I hold
showing
me it’s no gift, but a curse that’s gotten old
He’s
carved my heart like a cheap orange pumpkin,
burned
me with a flame, and only now has it sunk in
This may be another
deceptive spell,
cast upon that heart
of mine that will forever remain unwell
Ghostly flames have
been reawakened from their creepy tombs tonight,
I guess three years
is just about time,
and now I know the
zombies are the ones with whom I will unite
Mindlessly chasing
the man that will always run away from me
as you trail behind,
fearless of my manic insanity
But there’s no cure
for the undead living like me
This seems to be my
fate for eternity
Because once I
surrender to the love you’re willing to give
I know I will only once
again become a lonely captive
He’ll be long gone,
and you’ll change
your mind about everything you had done
leaving me only to
repeat to myself on All Hallows’ Eve
And then there were none…
