Zombie Disco Rave
I haven't slept for days
Searching for the flesh I crave
To this blood soaked rhythm I am a slave
Lost in this Zombie Disco Rave
The base corsing through vains
Sweating soda and sin
More lost souls banging at the door
Begging to be let in
The sun and moon a blurry haze
Got to keep moving, got to be brave
No time to rest, moving through the maze
In this bloody Zombie Disco Rave
Bodys and friction and hearts thumping
Wired up, shocked, risen from the grave
We wont rest until the next one, keep the blood pumping
In this endless Zombie Disco Rave
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Comments
Brilliantly written, Twilla! I love the metaphors you use throughout this excellent piece, perfectly chosen!
Thank You, Love! Means a lot, especially coming from a talented writer like you!
You're too kind, thank you!