My Halloween offering, I mean err, sacrifice...... BRAINS ON TOAST It takes so little nowadays To send us truly catatonic. In a memory foam, brain dead haze. Awakening from our dust mite beds Nothing more frosty, it chills us to the bone. When we ponder such poverty and inequalities chronic. Not so energised happy days. More like semi productive evenings and wide awake nights. An excuse to hibernate and encase oneself. In winters darkest cold and frostbitten slumber. Stumble around and wonder where our brains have got to? Fattening our thighs with the titbits that the vultures left. Its called seasonally affected and thats just SAD. The condensation on your windows too long unchecked. Dont forget to wipe away The mildew, mould and rot. Unless you wish to become infected. By a bloody finger printed bloodstain blot. On your newly cleaned white sheets. Look now, see how they feast! Upon the weaker ones, Glued to their box in the dark night like, Zombies The walking dead. Unfeeling and unyielding, blank-eyed and a mind unfed. Its better to pretend to be one of them, but, dont whatever you do allow them a place inside your head. Bleed yourself white and do a little shuffle. Take pills to numb and define you until your screams are muffled. You have a cold and now youre coffin, smells dank and cold. I hear you scoffin. At seriously dodgy metaphors, Unearthed from the cryptic epulchre of a deranged mind. The graveyard can be a lonely place, when the apocalypse has been and gone. With deadly forces, nothing but corpses, of the forgotten left behind. A murder of modern day zombies and crows. Eating their brains on toast.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 11:00:23 +0000
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