Tick Tock goes the knock
Knock…knock…knock as the hammer
comes down to land in the exact spot.
My teeth, yellow with disease
Yellow as a sunflower
Sinking into that piece of freshly
cut meat I neeeed.
Delicate whispers of song and
dance in my ear
Keeping me awake are the voices of
yesteryear…
Dancing in my skull are puppets of
the undead pounding against the marrow filled walls.
Christmas is the time for cheer
Time for joy
Time for jeer
Time to wrap, wrap, wrap up your
dead.
Give it a nice bow instead.
Blue girl, blue girl where did
they find you?
In a lake
In a pond
Or under a stake?
Blue girl, blue girl are you cold
and grey?
Lips purple and blue to match the
sunset today-
Blue girl, blue girl who found
you?
A cousin?
A friend?
A foe?
Did the killer himself return
you hoome?
~ P
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