Dead is the kiss upon your lips
Yet still you move your tongue
Silly Silly
You've met dead Willy
and now he seeks your love
Opened eyes to the decayed flesh
Your feet hit pavement like madmen
Silly Silly
You've met dead Willy
and now you see he's not living
A pounding heart in that tiny chest
Yet your mind flutters back to the kiss
Silly Silly
You've met dead Willy
but now you're not sure what to think
Turning back to meet his arms
You look at his half eaten face
Silly Silly
You've met dead Willy
and now you're falling in love
His arms wrap around for that last kiss
But instead he pulls to snap your neck
Silly Silly
You've met dead Willy
and all he wanted was brains
hahha that was great! ! ! ! I have to say, this was one of my favorites on here. I'm not sure if it was tongue-in cheek or your describing a zombie attack, but effin awesome! Check out my stuff if you want, im new to this
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wow... reministic of sylvia plaths work. pessimistic. ironic. much love.