Undead

I drag myself from this grave With cracked, splintered hands

What Difference?

There is a fine line Between man and beast

Rattle the chains Unleash your rage

Ghouls wander in the dark Lost to the living

The veil is thin enough For the devils to come up

The leaves turn and die And leave the world bare Empty of life

Life would explode but her pride stood in the way.

Monsters do not just Hide beneath the bed. they too Can have human faces

With bloodstained teeth He bares them In a parody of a smile

Black cat with its luminous eyes Peer about with keen interest