Just A Dream

Severed head in hand runs the mayor,

A figure emerges from thin frozen air,

Bloodied snare flies dripping everywhere.

Waking dead walk all around,

Eyeballs filled sacks abound,

Scratching sounds from underground.

A smell of dead rat and rotten meat,

Footprints of two left feet,

Limbs stacked up in a heap.

First silence, then a piercing scream,

Blood curdling spine chilling,

Thank God it was just a dream.