I was in a deathlike
suspended animation,
Having no goal, no
ambition of my own.
You re-awake and resurrect me,
To laugh and play with thee.
Zombify me by injecting the powders of adoration
And deep passion for you into my stream.
Being your zombie, I live
only for you,
Smile, cry, run, fly,
walk, and stop at your hint.
Having no independent
thought process,
I use your brain to
think, verse to sing,
Wait all day, whole
night for your words to obey,
Catch instantly the
rare messages you convey.
If you feel, I am now
of no use for thee,
Take it away, the air
you inserted in me,
But do not play hide
and seek with me,
Do not testify my loyalty,
it’s solely for thee.
Because I am not a
fun, I am your creation, your zombie.
Powerful emotions packed.
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