Submissions by latenightmike

i was all like
"fuck you" with an ice cold Pepsi
and a fist full of pills
oh, the quite country side
and all of it's thrills

i'm sure the Conestoga welcomed you
when your face broke the surface
i know it washed out of you
all the vanity and virtue
all the shit I did to hurt you

You are empty
Skeleton bones
And I don't want you
To go home

We look through museums
With books bound in flesh
We look at cancer and death
And I could still feel your breath

You were tired
Even then
If I had known now
That you needed rest

I would not have said
Those things I said
Because now when I talk to you
I'm only talking to the dead

I.
surrender
your bones
my darling
to my memories
come home
i'm starving

II.
open
your eyes
my darling
from your slumber
now rise
i am calling

III.
untie yourself
my darling
from the sheets
of where
you are rotting

IV.
now start walking
in your youth
pale and thin
come home!
i am starving

*Featuring Cassandra Murder as The Risen in "A Weekend Raising The Dead In St. Michael's".