Time To Wake Up The Dead. Poem by Ayesha Tulkubra

A bullet straight through the head.
Death is likely to be wed.
Look at your face.
You say, it's stained in disgrace.
As the prisoner before the jury.
Confessing all the crimes he committed in fury.
Like a blood stained veil.
You all hide the boats you once sailed.
Speak a word against me.
You won't see another day of glee.
I can creep in your dreams.
You'll wake up with loudest screams.
Every waking minute, every sleeping hour.
Dead will drive you crazy.
I'll wake them up with a scent of daisy.
A whisper is needed to cast necromancy.
Want to hear Dead's voice? If you fancy?