Just an edit of myself using Photoshop, no big deal.
The ones I have chased, the ones I have lost,
I did what I did, despite what it cost,
Now I welcome fresh people with long bloody arms,
Feeling their fear flowing into my palms,
To those long winter nights with their deepest deceit,
Never giving up when there's nothing to eat,
But it's not easy to see,
When you're a mauled up zombie.
(Nor' is it fun when you have to go pee)
Hope you enjoyed the little rhyme I also made up for you guys.
Much love,
Michael.