When the Joyful Dead Are Dancing

Marry me !!! 
  …then I'll kill you 
  …and then you will kill me again with your pocket shark 
  …so handy on week days 
  Zombie Lovers for life you said… 
  …how ironic… 

  (Snongioj son sema) 
  Look, I caught you some flowers 
  Remnants of a late meditation in the sewers 
  Of course they're dead and withering 
  But so are you…aren't we, dear? 

  Ceremonial aura 
  A disgusting samba 
  Cadavers cooking for your funeral wedding 
  A most delicious cake is in the making 
  Does it hurt when I write in your mind? 
  Because I don't want to be rude 
  I still can go to the paper store if you desire so… 
  My skin is itching like crazy and I got a bloody poem in my veins 
  Won't win the Pulitzer though… 
  It says: 

  “The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope 
  Of a most memorable honeymoon 
  Maybe we could jump off the highest gallows, swinging the rope 
  Or craft for ourselves a gory cocoon 
  Yes !!  On the way to Salem we'll build a glorious meat temple 
  A monument to our love…so meaningful and subtle” 

  …don't you like it my putrid prince ? 

  Being part of the walking dead community is far from easy 
  Misunderstood and abused to the point of extinction 
  When all we want is a hug… 

  “The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope 
  Of a most memorable honeymoon 
  Ride a magic carpet to the Wizard of Oz 
  Maybe we could jump off the highest gallows, swinging the rope 
  Or craft for ourselves a gory cocoon” 

  Dear Ghoulish and skeletal friends 
  Rise up from your graves! 
  Finally, the nuptial rite is about to commence… 
  Dress up nicely, 
  Invoke your ancestor's spirits; for they're also invited to this nighttime festivity 
  Light your bone candles…hold them high and tight 
  Macabre and steady procession…a thousand sparks in the night 
  Walking up their way to the summit 
  A wonderful storm is brewing for the celebration…