Creepshow

So you think it creeps into your skin
A frightened feeling one would never dream.
Maybe you perceive it as a mortal sin
As it creeps slowly, it makes you scream.

Ah! Those once lovely roses, now wilted on thorny vines
Perhaps history could tell if they'd last forever time.
But again the deadened vines could become alive
And could creep and scar your soul and mind.

Don't weep but whisper in your lover's ear
For creeps are cruel to those who live in fear.
Your senses could creep slowly as ghosts of time
Or they'd haunt you until the feelings die.

So let the senses creep, then die in your weary mind
For you'd never know when the Kingdom comes.
In earth, heaven or hell, we all stride
In the world of creeps, it is a way of life.