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- - - MY ZOMBIE BRIDE - - -
Her pristine dress stained crimson red
I want to lick the maggots from her tongue
When her face is peeling off
Could this be anything else but true love?
I recall when she shuffled through my door
Desire beneath undead moans
Yes, I put her on a leash
To nibble on my rotting meat
Upon the face of disgrace
And postmortem torture
She is alive in my eyes
Bound in chains, chained to my heart
She became mine
Not even death
Can tear us apart
She's mine! Mine! Mine!
My zombie bride
What would you do for one last love?
In a cold world overbearing with gout
The devil watches, eagerly
As I pound my lovely bride inside out
Nothing could ever prepare me for
The fire between twisted sheets
Yes, she snaps at my teabag
Without the comforts of a gag
Upon the face of disgrace
And postmortem torture
She is alive in my eyes
Bound in chains, chained to my heart
She became mine
Not even death
Can tear us apart
She's mine! Mine! Mine!
My zombie bride
She's necrorgasmic
And fantastic
Bombastic
We are systematic
At our necrophilic
Blasphemous pulpit
Upon the face of disgrace
And postmortem torture
She is alive in my eyes
Bound in chains, chained to my heart
She became mine
Not even death
Can tear us apart
She's mine! Mine! Mine!
My zombie bride
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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