| March 9th Sluggish Fast Thought You are so kind When you talk to me Advising when I can't make up my mind About what I should do and be You are a gentle force Guiding with warm hands That sets me on the right course And I find new lands Your voice is soft As if cotton was my bed Your sound sends me aloft And I like it when you're in my head Because that's when I feel happy Joyful to be alive and near you I don't want to sound sappy But you gave me a different point of view When we eventually part It will be tough and something of pain And it will mess with my heart So I hope one day I will see you again Cold Flesh Your blood trickled slow When I shot you down When I had to go You were still in your nightgown Your eyes were white and glazed Your skin was rough I was amazed When you fell down and grabbed my cuff This was enough that night So I packed up quick And took off like a kite But I had no pills to stop me feeling sick The night was cold and grim As there were others like you around I was alone and shambling in sin And then I heard the sound My neighbour emerged and sunk into me Teeth tearing and eyes wide How could this be? Then I was tossed aside Another member soon to come And bite viciously tearing But who would be the next one? I never found out for bullets searing Cold Flesh 2 I saw my neighbours fighting So I came out onto my porch Amidst the flickering lighting Of my slowly dying torch One was gray and rough in flesh Another was near-death and bleeding Their arms and legs were in a mesh The attacker's bloody mouth seething Another bite later And I was attacked I shot one down like professional hitter His head burst when the bullet smacked Then the second man who lay dying The victim Stood and came crying Murderous tone cut short for him The town was mayhem And more fell victim, bloodier each time In an orgy like fatal femme This was unlogged, prior, crime I was lucky though To find another alive and sensical In all this mess attacking me like a plough I couldn't figure it out, I thought I was mental Cold Flesh 3 We ran to find shelter Amidst this terror Charging like helter skelter It was cold and dark, consumed in horror But we could rest a while My heart raced Doing laps per hundred mile I collapsed, terrified at what I faced I was an old man clutching my gun My comrade eased the attack And soon I saw sun For I was never, and didn't come back I left him alone in hell As the doors crashed and growled That awful smell And the noise they made, it howled My last shot of life in vision Was filled with demons biting They would come spilling in fission My momentary friend was now fighting Cold Flesh 4 The old man was dead And I was alone He left me in this lonely shed But hell to me was soon shown As the monsters came pouring And snapping their teeth at me Their blood caked the flooring As I shot as many to be Their faces became dysfunctional As they hit the ground My time was far from emotional I had no time to shout terror sound This was my end I was ripped into And bitten in vigorous bloody mend I didn't mean to But my bullets were long gone And I could not finish my life Before agony, and that light shone So brightly as I drowned in crimson strife |