Undead Hands

Hands reach out from the depths of despair
to reclaim what once was theirs

you can try to run and you can try to hide,
but sooner or later they'll be by your side.

As shadows they come, and no one knows
they all come to steal your souls.

They make you like them, you can't be seen in the light
Then they leave you alone.
You want to scream
like a frightened bird you take flight,
fly into the night.

Goodbye, little birdie
The hands of the undead have grasped and pulled you in.