Keeping on...

I hold my hands

To the light of the dying

Of the dead

Your zombie for personal

Needs

Takes me places

Not likely a wife

Though there are some undead

Hotties

No words can explain

Someone who can deliver pain

Curves that are sharp

That point

No reason need except ice

Got my warm blanket

Electric

But it has nothing to

Say

And it feels like being

Linus

And then I worry

About Lucy

And Charlie

This is not so silly really

When the bus is going

Places

Only returning into

Circles

And stars are up above

Stars with hearts

Shining!

Shining!