"or, is it too late for that".....kronk

Looking across the flow-

Is that a ghost train?

Shhhhh; "they" need never know.

We've all gone insane.


Pretty girls and handsome boys-

At least, they once were.

Someone gave them deadly toys.

Nevermore, will they stir.


Noises, sounding in the night-

Cries and roars, but nothing human-

Sweating cold and wound too tight-

Hark! The sound of something chewin'.


Wake me up. Oh, please! Be quick!

Insert me into better days.

Throw away the sword. Give me a stick.

For I would shed my wicked ways.

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