Night Is Wicked

Night is cold and night is wicked
The sun’s some songs away
The winds clack against the window
We’ve been asked to sit and play
We can’t go outside
Our playground’s occupied
By the zombies since Monday

If they ever see us breathing
They would come for our young flesh
I have also heard a story
That they ate my friends oh yes
Afraid to the core
Of opening the front door
Lest I end up in their stash

Hiding under my blanket
I can hear their howls and cries
Trying to sleep without anxiety
Unsuccessful tries
If they eat each other
Spare me and my mother
Wouldn’t that just feel so nice?


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