Walking With The Dead

They come through the silence
attacking until theres nothing left.
They feed off our fears, our darkest regrets.
Burying you six feet below doubt
past the point where hope dwells.
There is no light.
The undead hearts, constricting around my throat.
Open my mouth to scream.
peircing hot pain rips through my mind
and im fading.
the ground collapsing from above.
the world shakes, the fire burns
Awake, but still asleep.
Im walking with the dead.