Life after Death

Squeeze onto shells when I sleep
Pulse in my ear but I don't feel
A heart beat

Counting the sheep

Tripping over fences as the night
Hunts The weak
And I look to the ceilin'
Not the sky or the moon but the
Cracks in the beam

Squeeze on his torso just to
Find a beat
Eat my food cold so I can
Feel something

I found out about the leaves
Why they change colors and run
From the trees
Curl up on the ground and watch
The others spring
But you don't fool me