Could you love my dead heart for it is tattered and torn.
Could you look in to these soulless eyes, and see past this pain.
Could you lay in to these useless arms and not feel the cold.
Could you want this decomposing body as it slowly decays?
Could you hold on to feelings that have rotted away?
Could you live with this corpse inside me?
There is nothing in me worth saving.
I wish I could give you a whole heart,
eyes that could see your love and laughter,
arms that could hold you with warmth and tenderness,
a body that is worth giving without bruises,
and feelings you could hold on to for the rest of your life.
For all I have to share with you, is a zombie Love.