I have seen the dead walk the land...
As they stare at me...
I weep and cower as thier hands enfold me...
I stare in to their empty eyes as they look into mine...
The stench of decay upon their breath sours in my nose
They moan and weep as their shriveled skin finds their own bone...
I can feel the dead of night as they claw at my mind...
Posning my thoughts with lies
And as thier words fills my head
I look up to see
From my arms that had protected me
And all I see are ones alive...
I rejoice for I have found ones who alive they stand
Their eyes full of joy and good hope
Skin freash as that of a babe
But when yet a small mirror breaks
And I peer into the glass
I see not myself
But now I am one of the dead.....