Get used to the smell of death and rotting flesh. Cos it ain't getting any fresher round here.
Limbs scatter the streets, but that's kinda just the norm.
Don't freak out when I chew on your shoulder or when your name is just a groan.
I can't help it and you'll soon adapt.
Oh Frankie, my friend, so naïve. Probably the only one with a brain round here though.
And when I try to kiss you know that my breath is only this way cos of a little something called decay.
Cos baby, we're all zombies now.
Lol that was just my little Frerard-ish drabble? I was thinking about zombies. Of course, Frankie is Frankie and it's written from Gerard POV? Eh…or maybe it's a Frikey…I don't like Fray cos Ray's like too tall for Frank. xD
R&R
Tora xxx