This is a story of the day of the dead
The day they rose from their boxed-up beds
There was fire and smoke
And blood and corpses
...
Basketball, basketball
Life is just like basketball
Shoot a million times
You won't get ‘em all
...
My home is in my head
It doesn't matter
Where I am
My friends are in my heart
...
See a sight
of color and flight
Beauty and elegance
is the mystical butterfly
...
I sit here alone
Looking out at the shore
I throw another stone
What am I waiting for?
...
I don’t believe in vampires
But I’m scared of them anyway
I have reason to believe that zombies exist
And I fear them just the same
...
We are all seashells
On the shore of life
The tide called death
Will pull us away
...
Seven lonely daffodils
Waiting to die
On this common
Winter morning
...
Time is dying
I am aware
You think I'm crazy
You're obliged to stare
...
I take a single step into the outside world
City life like a blessing in disguise
Yet all I see are daylight demons
Sinners walking free
...
A killer killed a killer died
A killer lived a long, long life
His memory lives in the hearts of children
His name strikes fear into those who know it
...
I am a ghost with a past
And memories to match
My future is dreary
And my present life is merely
...
In this mist of morning day
Cold and chill will come my way
And in this moment I hear a crow
Cawing past the dark gray road
...
A common classical
Existent and fine tuned
Sings its haunting serenade
Like whispers to my soul
...
Tiny cat shrouded by warm sun
the wind is still blowing
yet you remain calm
...
Unexplainable is the sound of the night
Undiscovered is the origin of the light
And simple as the complexities of life
We are here and we are gone
...
A bird that flew by night and I
Saw a light through the deep black sky
And underneath the white-lit moon
I heard the gray wolf howl a tune
...
...)
Zombie Apocalypse
This is a story of the day of the dead
The day they rose from their boxed-up beds
There was fire and smoke
And blood and corpses
With people paranoid
Shot down by armed forces
And all alone I the severed head
Am watching
Not making a sound
Just watching
As the people die one by one
The dead ones killing
With smiles on their faces
Live ones soon to be dead
Cower in fear at their terrifying grimaces
The way they moved
Like marionettes gone wild
Puppets on strings with minds of their own
Nevertheless they were as mindless as could be
The people cowered and the dead just killed
They didn't seem to care much
So I guess they just killed
Nothing more nothing less
If they were hungry I suppose they ate
And all those armed force guys could do was wait
To be eaten or killed
Probably both
Some fried or grilled
I guess that's what the fire was for
Anyway that's all I got
Of the story of the day of the dead who are not
And I the lonely severed head
Well I got burned in that fire in that bed
Of the stupid guy
Who failed when he tried
To save the day from the dead ones I guess
But that's another story
For now I must rest