Reanimation

Everything grows blurry, then my eyes slam shut.
This darkness I thought was ever lasting soon fades into a meadow of dust.
I await my trial here, in this heartless meadow, but my trial is fixed!
Neither I burn in the fire nor rise in the light, for my punishment is far more horrid.

The morbid meadow fades back to darkness.
My head feels as though its being struck over and over again by lightning!
My limbs swim in a pool of a thousand needles as they wake from their slumber of death.
I feel a pulse, but my torso remains silent and motionless.
With every pulse, the darkness turns more and more into a shade of crimson.

My hearing and smell are keener than befoe.
I here my daughter's heart beat as she weeps by my bed.
I smell her blood pumping through her veins as an unctontollable urge to feed
comes over me.

To my daughter's horror,
To my horror,
My bloodshot eyes rip open as I rise to cannibalize my only child and share the punishment
For share the punishment I will, until my walking corpse decays to dust.

My Reanimation is complete; I am one of them...