Zombie

Face it I’m empty
my little friend.
Callous calculate
in him again.

For the super
man in my might,
for the best of
me inside my life.

Honest I’m crazy,
honest I took drugs
and the empty
head I have smug.

Tell me myth
my friend who knew
what I have now
and what I am I to do?

This medicine
this dose that I take
has me hooked
the sleepless I can’t fake.

I am a zombie I’ve
loved the earth true.
I am a lover I’ve
come to know love too.

But the crooked
moon is a christ bled
fed head stead lead
am I now to my head.

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