The Undead

Locked up in the garage,
our fears
Roaming the alleys alone,
our desire
Fear set free out on the
streets...the  
boulevards...lurking
in the alleys
Hungry for the perfect prey....
your desire
When our fears meet our
desires
the headline reads:

Life Dies

Fear kills the need to be
connected
Fear kills our ability to
be alone
in peace, in stillness, in
any way
Fear grew while life slowly
died in a ditch
along route 45 in the
dark

Finally....fear gets buried in the sand
deeply
Perhaps it is over now
Perhaps, life will live again
in the place the fear
once was
But, no.....the winds blow open
the casket of earth
and fear walks the alleys once
again...The undead, the unalive
Limping....looking
for desire on which to prey

We... not unlike those zombies
endlessly
seeking an
end
To the relentless roaming
The dreadful moaning
of a life
eaten by the undead fear
creeping in just
outside
our
door from the
alleys
dark
Reeking of
the decomp
of a once alive
life liver

How to kill the zombie like
life rotting monster
of fear?
Shoot that fucker in the head
DO IT NOW
Or don't, it's that simple
and that
complex, really

It's getting dark again, they
will be out there
Are you armed, or just dangerous
to yourself and your true
desires?
Alive or undead?
Tomorrow's headline
is
up to you....