The Love of the Undead

Her heart beats so quickly in her chest

I can smell the air of the living around she

I have come to a state of unrest

Why can’t she love someone like me?

I walk the cold, rotten world on my own

Looking for the flesh that I need to feed

She views me with such fear that I am thrown

Do I convince her I love her or watch her bleed?

I am one of the undead and she of the living

This can never work out unless she is like me

Maybe just one bite of her flesh would be forgiving

Once she is undead forever together we will be

All I know is her now dead hand fits mine like a glove

Maybe the soulless can feel love.