The Modern ZombieUs humans have many fears.
We are so afraid of the uncertainty of what may lie in the dark;
And especially of being eaten.
Not just by the vicious monsters we imagine in our minds,
But by our own kind...
And you are the futuristic zombie.
Your flesh isn't rotten;
It isn't decomposing and falling from bone.
But rather, it is slowly disappearing by every insult you receive.
Perhaps if you eradicate your skin, there will be no prejudice.
Your eyes are not dull and lifeless.
They don't even fall from your socket and hang by the deteriorating tendons,
But they are simply sewn shut.
Wind ChimesFeed me your insight, Mother Nature
Yours is all I can sustain
Bring me to the center, Mother Nature
I'm not interested in human games
And I can hear the birds
Leaves crack under their feet
And I'll surrender the previous thoughts I had
As long as you give me some relief
And I can hear you talking
Under the great decline
Talk to me, Mother Nature
Through your lovely wind chimes
My head is the canvas
At which you paint the precious art
They always take what isn't theirs
But knowing you're here, well it's a start
I gotten sick of the stance
Their evil words, their clapping hands
Too much violence is in the air
If I'm going to stop it, I'll need a chance
I hear your dying words
You only have to listen
Strange DreamsIt's hard to fall asleep
2am and I'm aching
To surrender to the manifestations
My heart flutters
But it's not fear in my blood
I believe it's the poison from the evil
I dreamt of
My form is still
But my mind still thinks
About all the hugs and the kisses
The touches and the winks
I just hope
That peacefulness finds me soon
But my mind isn't given rest
Until the sun finally blooms
I recall the modest actions
Made in attempt
I have the strangest, oddest feeling
That my thoughts are unkempt
And when the visions come
They seem so surreal
Luckily my common sense is there
To govern what I feel
But as they go on
And reality falls
I realize there is nothing
To rationalize at all
I remember the words
"That all dreams are just fake."
But I can't have this be true
At the moment that I wake
Nothing is as it seems
I chase the gold, it doesn't glitter, but it gleams
And I let the absurdity set
As my mind teems
It doesn't have to make sense
My subconscious is stretched
To the ex