

accepting deathShe fell asleep upon a bed of snow Her company consists of solemn stones The cold begins to ache inside her bones She woke again as wind began to blowaccepting death
Caressing the light seeping through the leaves My earthly thoughts swiftly stolen away I vainly struggle to keep Death at bay My silent screams echo through hollow trees
Now as i lay here on snow covered ground My streaming tears turn to ice on my face I accepted Death, my newly found scheme He whispers to me, to him I am bound There is nothing for me in this place I slip into a never ending dream


Zombie loveO woe is me to have loved such a man His almost perfect height, his hair of brown As i walk through the door holding his hand My mother takes one look and then goes downZombie love
My zombie's not so bad, really he's sweet I don't care if he's cold, or smells like rot I bring home a bunny for him to eat I love the dead roses that he had bought
But alas they have taken him away My own dear zombie, my true love is gone He is a danger, a monster they say It is for him that i do write this song
But as day sets, transformation begin For the virus he gave me is


0.oFickle fish, fickle fish Where have you flown When day is pitch0.o
And night is bliss And slime trees need a loan
Fickle fish, fickle fish Your bath has just begun The time is right Skip quickly in Your work is never done
The desk has spoken in your ear Of time since long gone past Tend to the field of forsaken creams The gnomes have lost their sneer
Bunnies fly through fields of whey And foreheads soak the sun Zebras chase the ignoble clown Who first threw down the clay
Fickle fish, fickle fish The prom
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"If the good Lord had intended for us to walk, he wouldn't have invented roller skates." -Willy Wonka
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