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
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1 comment:

surly hack 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!

September 30, 2008 at 4:11 PM

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