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

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

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

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...

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