The Zombie King.

Something I'm working on and all.

The Zombie King.

Scabbed over eyes and puss leaking corneas,
Burnt retinas and re-stitched eye lids.
Broken teeth and split open cherry lips,
revealed nerve endings and amputated breasts.

So is the work of the Zombie king,
his stitch work the finest in all the lands.
His eye out for your unfit children
and his ear out for your rotting flesh.

The Zombie king,
He has no remorse for decapitated cripples,
no empathy for those of disgusted taste.
His eyes blank and innocently dead.

He gnaws the bone clean of meat,
and licks away the bloodied sticks.
His temper as ill as midwinter storms
His delight as cruel as finger broken love.

The Zombie King.
A being fit for misdeeds,
and a fresh pile of rotten flesh.
The Zombie King trudges on.

Through mists and fog,
he grins with chapped teeth.
A smile from ear to ear,
cut in flesh that hides the frown.

The Zombie King.
Unfit for pleasantries,
and unwanted by all living.
He crawls through the night.

Wow. Beautiful, beautiful imagery. This Zombie King is very interesting.

The title caught my attention so I had to read even though I can't read well. I enjoyed it alot. Very very good.