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

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

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

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

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

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

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