Zombie I

«Good midnight to you. You are here at the invitation of the Young
American Mystic Cult of Horror.»
When I’m here, I’m here with you
Bit off more than I could chew
I love your stare, please stare at me When I breathe blood and eternal sleep
We belong dead
Zombie I Girl please run away
As we run into the house
The wall of dead surrounds
Tentacles of decayed flesh
Tear and pull us down
Doors and windows boarded shut
But the pressure was too much
And the girl she gave it up