Mime Zombie

With the drop of ink,

You lift me from my sarcophagus of the past.

While I touch you, my memories get scanned.

It pains a fraction as you fete on me,

I bled with remembrance as my spirit splits up.

 

With part of my character,

You serve to be undying,

Buried in the gorgeous white theme.

Each day and dusk,

I escort you against the light.

 

Snooze quietly in your coffin

As I drain my soul every night.

You being a cursed soul,

Where others of your lineage,

Gets a chance to visit the world.

 

You preordain, to be buried in

The white casket, with me as

Your mortician.

 

You may get emancipate by somebody

After my demise.

If I fail to do your cremation,

Ensure that you don't pass the suffering

With stained blood of mine.

 

Teach them a lesson,

How the words impeded discoveries

A cavity in a white coffin

And swiveled me into a Mime zombie

In the theater called life.