Zombies with big beautiful eyes
Nod upon beds of poppy seeds
That grow upon their empty graves
Euphoria flows within their veins
As they fall into themselves
And walk the paths of the undead
Flowers bloom to block the sting
Receptors bind both pleasure and pain
And things once past come again
But when they die they do not rise
Instead they remain beneath the shroud
Those zombies with the beautiful eyes
©ronvdm777
Nov 2019
©ronvdm777
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