I, Zombie, Part Ix: the Returning

Here I go again Dancing the Monster’s fancy Until the curtain Final curtain call Chancing all my sanity Final curtain fall I went off my meds Let the Monster out instead To control my head Daemon’s back as well He tells me drinking is swell As far as I’ll tell “Five o’clock somewhere” Daemon whispers in my ear I unchain him there Inside this old box This rude cube contains my brains Chained and bound with locks I know not myself This thing becoming again I’m damned; I’m in hell Feeds on what it needs The killer; the strangler Of good thoughts and deeds The mind re-succumbs Becomes the Doppelganger Bereft of life, numb Zombie I've become Again, like the living dead Acting, not thinking All willpower’s lost Price paid, but greater the cost Wind swept; tempest tossed Back on the dread-mill Mind rerunning the race lost… Can’t keep my head still The revisiting Monster back on the attack Nothing kills this thing Daemon’s there as well Rejoining the dance macabre Going back to hell Sinister turning Echoes the words, “We are back” Can’t stop returning…