Summer’s Driving A Bus

Lay down all the corpses in my yard
I will bring them to life
No black magic or witch craft
Neither a surgeon’s knife
Will aid me in this ceremony
Of howling ghosts and foxy eyes
Just tell me what the truth is
And hear the last of your cries

Lay down all the demons in your soul
The winter is upon us
Cold winds are blowing through the window
While Summer’s driving a bus
On the path of solitude
Where darkness and pain had met
Only for a little while
When Sun had begun to set

34 thoughts on “Summer’s Driving A Bus

  1. I wanted to thank you for this great read!! I certainly enjoyed every little bit of it.

    I have you saved as a favorite to check out new stuff you


  2. This gave me the creeps and goosebumps all at once. Awesome work! And thank you for liking my post ‘Epiphany’. Means a lot. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Cold winds….driving bus…. Beautiful creative imagegy….
    In fact I also like you’re style of separating stanzas with dots….
    If you don’t mind I’d like to borrow your this style something maybe… For some poem of mine…

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  4. I also liked this line , ” Cold winds are blowing through the window While Summerโ€™s driving a bus” but the whole poem was great ๐Ÿ™‚

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