I have a strange imagination
I dream about zombies rising...

Dark room starts to light
everything turns so bright...

Poetry comes from the heart and soul
poetry is exciting not boring or dull...

Pen on paper reveals the truth
over and over in your mind...

As the sun dies the moon rises
crystal flashes through the misty night...

Zombies peel of the the layers of your skin like...
keep peeling till the white glowing core is in...

Tell me the truth, I'll tell you a lie
If I told you the truth it would make you cry...