Zombie Knight Poem by Alex Jhon

Zombie Knight



Listen to the sound of the whispering bones!
The shedding blaze of mine notorious heartbeat.
Am I too over be, to be over thee?

I am the sun of your darkly and shinny skin;
to think I could be your knight in shinning armor,
to consider myself the key to your lost clouds.
Am I too over be, to be over thee?

See through the small keyhole, am I there? Am I not?
The satirical sword that graze your stony sinner.
Am I much better, much better with thee?

I am the skeleton figure to your body, I am one
with you, with eyes, with heart and with lust.
Capture me and ripped my bones to pieces!
Am I much better, much better with thee?

So better, if you would open your hands,
open your Pandora's box, and show me your sins.
Show me everything so I can be the whole me!
Let me be your zombie knight in shinning armor,
The one who shed everything for your steadily ignorance.

Rip me! Rip me… I want to make you mine;
your flesh, your retarded flesh to pun with.

Alex Jhon

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