Zombie

'tis a curse      
for those who sought      
a deathless frame      
their sanity deposed      
rotten flesh rose      
the soul intact      
only to perceive      
malicious act they      
have no control      
a driver then      
now a passenger      
in the dark they roam      
as puppet with soul    
the limbs drags  
reluctantly...      
feed... must feed      
they feed on what      
once was their own      
the sad muffled groan      
when the crimson chrome      
of the cherished, drips      
the eyes they cannot close      
cursed til a silver bullet      
murders their soul    
     
*For Levi's Zombie Competition