Zombie in love

 

I'm just a zombie in love,

I love you for your brains,

they taste so good,

as I claw them from above.

I'd like to sing you a song,

a loving croon

but I can't hold a tune,

just an inarticulate moan.

 

I'm just a zombie in love,

I want to give love bites all over.

But if I did, I'd turn you green,

you'd be like me,

a monster from the silver screen.

Don't want to scare the normal folk.

So, we tell them I'm a Halloween joke.

 

I'm just a zombie in love,

I may be slow,

I kind of stagger everywhere I go,

Like one of those people you get in town,

walking slowly then turning around.

I lurch, I shuffle, slowly advancing,

I have two left feet, but they are just for snacking

and I don't do dancing.

 

I'm just a zombie in love,

my speech is not particularly good.

It only has a one-word vocabulary,

but please don't call the constabulary.

I just need to feed,

those human heads contain the sweetest meat.

I'm not one of those evil zombies,

I'm not a monster, I'm just in love.

Though I could use a hand

these bodies are hard to dispose of.

 

 

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Beneath the hum

 

Beneath the hum,

behind that background grind.

If you listen closely, you may find

the sound of the night,

running rampant

through your mind.

 

It's contagious,

infectious, it gets inside,

makes you want to hide.

It grinds you down,

then pushes your senses aside.

Those sounds of the night,

they make an old man

feel like a child frozen in fright.

 

Underneath the hum, the discord,

the screeching ones,

In the darkness the demons come.

The intense sound of drumming feet.

You can hear it sometimes,

the distant thrum.

When the wind is a whisper

in delicate ears.

When it is quiet, and the hum has dulled

then the true sounds of horror come near.

The whelping cursed sounds

like nails down a chalkboard.

Not from one direction, but from all around.

 

If you listen, tune out the ordinary noise,

go deeper into the sea of sounds.

You'll hear, faintly at first,

you'll hear a sound almost like a gun burst.

The march of the dead.

The squelching feet through the soggy gloom,

the mud coated feet that spell your doom.

These sounds of the night

The terror filled groans.

The screams

and their haunted moans.

 

 

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Sleep

 

I would dearly love to sleep

but it seems too much to ask.

Every time I close my eyes

I’m sent to hell so vast.

Cast down like an angel

taken a wrong turn,

a misguided wanderer

with no pathway to return.

 

All I want is sleep

but that doesn't seem forthcoming.

I walked into the storm

nothing would stop the clouds from forming.

Teeming rain, stinging eyes.

shards of smashed glass

rivers of hellfire rise.

The demons do harass.

 

I only want to sleep

but it seems I'm destined to stay

awake until the sun comes down,

bakes me like old clay.

I just want to feel rested

Is that too much to want?

Am I being tested?

Invested all of my interest in dreams.

Only want to rest,

not these hateful terrifying screams.

 

When eyes close tight

is when the demons inside

take hold of my mind.

Deep in the middle of the night.

Whispering and shouting.

Oh please, this is getting tiring,

yet you won't allow me to retire.

All I desire is for these eyes to blink shut,

for the sound to stop

and for my heart to not jump.

 

 

 

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