Drift Through My Dreams
Nightlocks and padmares, synthetic mixtures,
Sickness from feminists, needing a tincture.
Gliding from hill to hill on neon machine,
These are the things that drift through my dreams.
Voracious hunters and yet to be lovers,
Regions and lands I've yet to discover.
Faceless horrors with dried up angel wings,
These are the things that drift through my dreams.
Lies and deceit from beloved family members,
Old friendships that never go out like embers.
And at the end I wake up when the world screams,
These are the things that drift through my dreams.
When Fenrir takes chase
And my machine crashes,
I am meal for the wolf of lore.
Consigning myself to the ashes,
I remember, "Tis a dream, and nothing more."
A Theme Without a Reason
A memory without a mind,
already gave it away
A memory in exile.
What a funny thing to say.
A dream without imagination,
washed grey by the flood.
A dream of untimely death,
retold with someone else's blood.
A rose without a color.
A face without a shape.
A solution without a care,
explain my dreams of late.
A park without amusement.
A house becomes a puzzle.
Arms and legs lost,
to sneering man with muzzle.
A mob boss with a vengeance.
From shock I seem to float,
as my brother goes to kill her,
from behind they slit his throat.
A town without a history,
fallen from the start.
Locals can't let go,
to let the souls depart.
A man slipped and fell
A girl tried to do her part.
But he still sat bleeding,
so I stabbed him in the heart.
A Zombie Ate My Dog
I saw a zombie the other day,
or at least I thought it might be.
Perhaps you could look at this,
And tell me if you agree.
He ate my dog with joy,
this vile creature of dark blight.
But all the while all I could think --
Zombies eat humans, right?
Why you eat my dog?
You wretched beast of hunger,
be gone from my yard at once!
Don’t shit on my lawn dogmonger.
I pick up my phone in anger,
"Yeah...yeah...he ate my pet."
We’ll send a car right away.
I was still too upset.
I paced back and forth,
until I’d had enough.
Stepped out my front door;
he didn’t look so tough.
I stood in my yard, watching silently.
He didn’t look much a threat.
So I crept up behind him.
Shadowed him with my silhouette.
At last I pounced this fiend,
slapped him on the neck.
He bit me on the forearm,
and I gave him a body check.
We crashed to the ground.
He bit and latched onto my wrist.
I tried to explain and apologize,
but he pet me with my fist.
He scratched my chest fiercely--
I poked him in his eye.
All the while he shit on me,
I screamed, "Why won’t you die!"
Choked him with my intestine,
that had spilled out my gut.
He picked up something by its leg,
It was my now half-eaten mutt.
Before I saw it coming,
He slapped me in the head--
Ate me slowly and with care,
till I was full dead.
Now I venture outward,
eating dogs is our trend.
And when owner comes to save them,
we make a new special friend.
Nightlocks and padmares, synthetic mixtures,
Sickness from feminists, needing a tincture.
Gliding from hill to hill on neon machine,
These are the things that drift through my dreams.
Voracious hunters and yet to be lovers,
Regions and lands I've yet to discover.
Faceless horrors with dried up angel wings,
These are the things that drift through my dreams.
Lies and deceit from beloved family members,
Old friendships that never go out like embers.
And at the end I wake up when the world screams,
These are the things that drift through my dreams.
When Fenrir takes chase
And my machine crashes,
I am meal for the wolf of lore.
Consigning myself to the ashes,
I remember, "Tis a dream, and nothing more."
A Theme Without a Reason
A memory without a mind,
already gave it away
A memory in exile.
What a funny thing to say.
A dream without imagination,
washed grey by the flood.
A dream of untimely death,
retold with someone else's blood.
A rose without a color.
A face without a shape.
A solution without a care,
explain my dreams of late.
A park without amusement.
A house becomes a puzzle.
Arms and legs lost,
to sneering man with muzzle.
A mob boss with a vengeance.
From shock I seem to float,
as my brother goes to kill her,
from behind they slit his throat.
A town without a history,
fallen from the start.
Locals can't let go,
to let the souls depart.
A man slipped and fell
A girl tried to do her part.
But he still sat bleeding,
so I stabbed him in the heart.
A Zombie Ate My Dog
I saw a zombie the other day,
or at least I thought it might be.
Perhaps you could look at this,
And tell me if you agree.
He ate my dog with joy,
this vile creature of dark blight.
But all the while all I could think --
Zombies eat humans, right?
Why you eat my dog?
You wretched beast of hunger,
be gone from my yard at once!
Don’t shit on my lawn dogmonger.
I pick up my phone in anger,
"Yeah...yeah...he ate my pet."
We’ll send a car right away.
I was still too upset.
I paced back and forth,
until I’d had enough.
Stepped out my front door;
he didn’t look so tough.
I stood in my yard, watching silently.
He didn’t look much a threat.
So I crept up behind him.
Shadowed him with my silhouette.
At last I pounced this fiend,
slapped him on the neck.
He bit me on the forearm,
and I gave him a body check.
We crashed to the ground.
He bit and latched onto my wrist.
I tried to explain and apologize,
but he pet me with my fist.
He scratched my chest fiercely--
I poked him in his eye.
All the while he shit on me,
I screamed, "Why won’t you die!"
Choked him with my intestine,
that had spilled out my gut.
He picked up something by its leg,
It was my now half-eaten mutt.
Before I saw it coming,
He slapped me in the head--
Ate me slowly and with care,
till I was full dead.
Now I venture outward,
eating dogs is our trend.
And when owner comes to save them,
we make a new special friend.
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