Saturday, September 27, 2008

Dead Tired

I'd sleep, but with nightmares I'm filled
of graveyards where no one stays killed
While zombies ingest
how can a guy rest?
His brains and his dreams are both spilled

1 comment:

surlyh said...

I pull up the sweat dampened sheet
to hide, but uncover my feet
Mere figments are they
that crave matter grey
My brains those undead guys would eat!