Hostess~Host Ghost

 
zombies crawl sguiggle and giggle
it's a feast for the fit
entertain this, in your hour of metaphors

code locked and ready

wormwood for the toad, told ya so
ugly scarred but not for the morrow
injested grief, insidious need

you know me

I seek the higher realm
watch as I ride the dawn's last spangle

speak spanglish, nah

hand me the grief spoon and dish

no, my lips are sealed

wish to plead?

in this dimension and the next
cavorting in the atmospheric pressure

the pleasure is all mine

necrotic knees
my faith is unshaken
I see sharks circling like vultures

an undead feast will be their reward
immortals behold the next episode

sorry, the Simp~sons did it...