Zombie

Slimy death stuck to myself

And leeches around my penis

Swimming in a pool of rot

Bound to be blasphemous

Buzzing energy blanks me out

So that I can’t think

I feel buzzing come out from my voice

Stuck inside so hard like a lover

I’m not connected with what’s external

Outside my own body I seem to hover

I just can’t stand this living death

And by living it mocks the intensity

Without the marks plain and stark

It’s made small what has immensity

So much value inside a statue

Screaming to break free

And the silent presence of that Matthew

Speaks many hidden meanings

It’s not solid what it’s not

Not latched and can’t earn pounds

It doesn’t matter to be tangible

When I suffer without a sound

Too much loss it’s all embossed

By a thousand leeches bound…