You have fallen for a dead girl, her pulse is no more,
Her lungs don't inflate and take in air. She's dead but not to you.
You like her cold skin, you enjoy her rotten flesh,
You love the way her body is falling apart. She's not alive but you like that.
She doesn't snore, well she doesn't sleep at all in fact,
But if she did she'd dream of you. You love her dead open eyes.
Its funny how this has turned out, you like her for what she likes in you,
You like her for her brains. You love her hunger for you.
How lucky to fall in love with a zombie.
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