Zombie I - Calabrese

«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