I was just an old lady, I didn't know what to do.
Then my cat passed away, with out a helpful clue.
But then came a spirit to watch over me.
"I think its my cat!"  ... They all called me crazy.
But i knew the real truth, so i constently asked,
"Dear God, won't you please raise all the dead cats?"

Your skin has grown colder,
Your face now looks older,
Mr Brooks, are you dying again?
Your teeth are getting jagged,
This vampires gone rabid,
Goodbye to all the good men.

He took my black heart
Dipped it in red blood
And turned it white as snow
But my snow is tainted
Yet I ask to be dipped in that blood
On a daily basis
As my heart continues to blacken.

A girl named Mc Stickle
Was in quite a pickle
This girl had every reason to hide
Her lines wouldn't work
For attention, she twerked
Oh this girl, oh this generation, oh my.

Underwater light faceted
in the enormous aquamarine
set in bronzed stones.
A pale green mist lifts from the pool
follows the lantern lit pathways
back to the dark and shady places
edging to the olive grove
and the blackness
of the wych elms
and the limes
enclosing the garden
like impenetrable walls.

Here, on a very warm night
with a honeysuckle, jasmine breeze
heady, rich and almost liquid
You can stand on the sun-filled stones
stretch and hold
the heart-breaking sweetness
of the night.