UNDEAD

The fog fills my mind

and clouds every thought

of happiness.

The darkness silences

even the echoes of melodies

once sung,

and illuminates the graves

full of the undead

secrets...

Foggy foggy night,

you fill me with fear

of all the whispering voices

coming so near.

They tell I'm theirs

to have and to hold

to lurk and to haunt

till death do me part.