The images flicker like t.v,
Static images; bad dreams, faded memories,
Comercial; you need to buy this!
Do it for your kids!
(Who may die)
The images fire like neurons,
Connecting every fiber of negativity to life,
Instantly flashing images I wish not to see;
Morbid flickers, like a horror movie.
(The dead live)
Son wants to be a zombie,
Daughters dressed as a witch;
It was all fun and games until it became a reality,
Daughter’s practicing spells, son’s mutilating.
(They’re already dying)
Lets laugh and run and chase candy!
Until were to tired to walk; to tired to try –
Till our nightmares are wicked fancies
That haunt us to the bitter end.