The Undead

The Undead Cast out from life and death alike ,a zombie walking the grey path where time holds no meaning like the multitude before me ,lost in their own despair marching onwards to a timeless rhythm with no end the promise of love and life a distant memory all but forgotten Grasping at mirages only to realise that they are nothing more than chains of love that shackle me to this dark place Alone among my kin Im dying a death of my own design Help me ......please I gnaw and bite at the chains that hold me here seeking release A Hope that burned bright now died in winds of time I now fight everyday out of habit rather than love ,loyalty or hate with no hope of victory against the spectral apparitions of my own conjuring Listen carefully and you will hear my silent cry, an echo that resonates within