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Insomniac's Journal

Words birthed in the internal

His subconscious' dunk-tank

These words remained unranked

Articulate the contemplations

Of these waking frustrations

Pen in hand

Sleep be damned

These are the greatest thoughts in the land

But why do they come at 4 in the morning

Must write them down

And heed the warning

His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes

If only he knew what was at stake

Words, Words, and more still left to come

Cannot stop till he sees the sun

Sunken eyes

Blood shot red

Sleep finally comes to the walking dead

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

If I Was A Zombie

If I was a zombie

Tell me what you would do.

Would you try to get rid of me

Like the gum from under your shoe.

Would you scream in surprise

As I reached for your brain.

Its not my fault

That I just can’t be tamed.


Its hard for a zombie in times of distress.

People blame us for things

And it gets me really depressed.

Misunderstood, you could say that again.

Sometimes I feel like the world's got it in.

For all us Zombies

And that's just not right.


So.......

Tell me.


If I were a zombie

What would you do?

I would like to know

Just in case...


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