The Undead

The sun sets in the west, my eyes are bolt wide awake,
I feel the hunger burning, and it's more than I can take,
My coffin is all padded, and locked inside light tight,
The night time is my playground, I give them such a fright.

The years have passed but who's counting, I remember the time,
When a scared young man was running, poor and only one dime,
The men on horses surrounded me, I was crying and didn't want to die,
I closed my eyes ready for the blow, then I heard a sigh.

There was a man just standing there, blood all around his head,
I looked around surprised to see, all the horse men were dead,
The man said come here to me, that's when all this began,
In a few short minutes it will be over, you won't have to fear again.

I've seen the changes in the world, I have seen quite a bit,
In the world wars I drank so much blood, that I couldn't even sit,
This got built and that got built, a revolution or two as well,
But one constant throughout my life, I give the living hell.

As I write this piece before I leave, and go hunting for the night,
You will not see me coming, I swoop from out of sight,
When I come a callin', you know who is the boss,
My advice to you is only this, you'd better sleep with your cross.