Zombie

My zombie takes great care of me

From hell, he brings me back unusual gifts

Hot desert sand for me to walk on

rocks from Sisyphus he puts in my pockets -I carry

fruits and flowers in a bag when I come

For your empty vases and for your body’s vessel We light all the candles for a protective halo

wax from the gods, wax from your demons - twisted

My zombie takes great care of me

From hell he brings me back unusual gifts Wings of his design with the birds he killed Delicious beverage a cure a poison - I drink

Dressed in armor with a sword in my hand never know who you will be til the door opens Candles in the wind flicker in your presence flicker from the gods, flicker from your demons