The Curious Lives Of Human Cadavera

This city street scene's eerily

static thus as am I in fear of

still life disturbance but wind

livened journals allude morning's

grown restless so I'll venture

forward, fetching second gesture

to musings of day. Superfluous

sunlight clears way for stretched

shadows sending ripples through a

day birth once known as dawn,

disruptions which may have

encouraged awakening but none in

the sense I've seen before. I

believe things are quite deathly

wrong or it's the finest surprise

party ever conceived so if I cry

out will streets begin flow or've

the veins of this metropolis

abruptly run dry? I chance venture

greetings shaking still morn,

bodies creeping alleys in

Romeresque reply instantly

alerting that things have gone

wrong for in late night trips to

make out flicks I've seen their

stance before. Quite suddenly

surroundings seem so vividly

surreal as I hear the grind of

bone on bone nearing my left ear

and in my vision sure appears a

fast decaying face, it's jaws

surround my collar in a jugular

embrace.