living dead but far from a zombie,

bite it bitter brains, i’m sustained off of my hobbies,

brittle bones, my mind zones,

my thoughts zip,

my lips zipped,

zapped, zonked, zen, zesty, and zealous,

no need to be jealous,

i’m just jellin’ with your hype,

i’m just feedin’ off your vibes,

rather than taking chunks out of your mind,

 

living dead but far from a zombie,

my dark circles run laps around your crop circles,

circle ’round and jerk away from conspiracy,

’cause ignorance is mighty spooky,

crooked capital cons caught calling out kooky,

gooky, gunky, lies sung as lullabies over witching hour skies,

i simply watch to write about all the ways in which they’ll cut ties,

 

living dead but far from a zombie,

my skin is peeling, my stomach’s reeling,

yet my heart remains beating,

it keeps in rhythm with your percussion,

and all of the sudden, i’m no longer paralyzed by potential repercussions,

sunnily, your singing stops me from fussin,

suddenly, i’m no longer pale-grey and grave, i’m flushed straight blushin’,

been over a year, beyond a official my dear, yet i swear i’m still crushin’,

itty bitty giddy giggles,

your love trickles down my spine,

and for just a second, i’m tricked into believing i’m still alive

Inktober Day 6 – “Drooling”

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