Dead Yet Undead

No more playing no more fun

No more endless afternoons in the sun.

There is only night fearful dark

No longer exists the beautiful park.

Blood lusts and secret silent societies

Lurk in the moonlight leaking between the trees.

The branches are thick and the body is heavy

Tireless arms through the mud will they carry.

There are no more of the fluffy white cloud

You only look forward to six feet underground.

Even that is but a distant fading dream,

For immortality is not as sweet as it seems.

When you’ve outlived even the deathless Gods

Your existence is nothing but a formality prod.

Something to cope with, forever running away

Never again to see light touch another day.

And if for an instant you might feel your hearts strangled beat

Remember its only the memory of every taste that was so sweet.

Because of the yearning for eternal life that was in your eyes

And one heated night of passion, you are now fated to never die.