Zombiefied

Lazy light of dawn arises with sleeping shadows fading fast, as everything in life is not meant to last.

But quickly comes a silent warning for those with heart to hear. They quiver, start, and wake full of unknown fear

And shadows seem to crawl and waken with life not new but rotten, pail and sickly forms show now, like road kill left forgotten.

Death is life and life is beauty, but this is something sick, like the smell of a moth stuck on the candles wick.

What has become of mother nature that she allow this twisted creeping? Their bones are cracked, skin is loose and fluids slowly seeping.

Has God let loose the noose that sets us free? Allowing wild instinct to be all thats left of man to see?

I watch with worrying lack of sadness. At all her blind children’s madness and wonder what will be

And now I start to ponder greatly if what they are is inside me.

Darkly dreaming alone and twisted I can't take this any more. I start to wonder, weeping sadly on the floor. I think of all thats gone and missing, this empty shell of man left grieving. And wonder what it's for. Through the window I hear moans of hunger but no wails of pain. Yet here I  am sad, lonely and insane.

I hear them scratching and tapping at my door. In my mind they are calling for me to feel my pain no more. I start to see them less as monsters and more as arms of hope. Here alone and twisted I can no longer cope.

Slowly I am reaching now with my finger tips to feel them at the other side. They plead with me with in my head that I need no longer hide.
So now I long to let them come close, my new and retched crew. In all my life a stronger calling I never knew. So now in frantic rush to bring them unto me I unlatch the lock and let the door swing free!