.
Riding on the ghost train
Killing off my brain,
Riding on the ghost train
There and back again.
Icky sticky spider’s snare
Caught against my new-washed hair
And a pair of glowing eyeballs
Floated through the foetid air.
Riding on the ghost train
Killing off my brain,
Riding on the ghost train
There and back again.
A bloodied face looked down on me
With no eyes that I could see,
Drip, drip, drip from out the sockets,
Metallic smell from naked sprockets.
Riding on the ghost train
Killing off my brain,
Riding on the ghost train
There and back again.
Nowhere safe to stop the train,
They are out to get my brain,
Now my head aint worth a dime,
God help me save this life of mine.
Riding on the ghost train
Killing off my brain,
Riding on the ghost train
There and back again.
Aaaaaaarghhhhh…
©Denise G Allen, 17 December 2013 10:58
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
18/12/2013 at 9:37 am
scary
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18/12/2013 at 12:20 pm
I loved this poem… you are so go at it…
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18/12/2013 at 3:38 pm
oh this is fabulous….love the chorus…and the quick rhymes….this is fun to read…a little scary as far as a subject, but…excellent piece.
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18/12/2013 at 4:06 pm
A literal nightmare?
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18/12/2013 at 5:32 pm
That needs to be arranged by a good modern band. A really good potential hit song!
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18/12/2013 at 7:06 pm
Now that was something completely different Denise, very visual indeed.
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