Zombified

We will decide your fate.

"Walk with me talk with me 

Awaken my old cold bones. 

            (Never)

Alone and fading I've been lost

Forgotten from the age of brimstone.

            (Give)

Crying in this crypt of illusions

Still the way is shut to the living.

            (Away)

Begging for release of this old life

Snowfalls in the night of believing.

            (Your)

My choice of was not given so soldier on

Yet the hands of time still tick my life away.

            (Soul)

My lantern is diminishing slowly in the darkness

My mind is still lost to those who claim all in gray.

             (To)

I asked and they stood smiling with eternal hunger

They speak in riddles within my mind and yet I do nothing.

           (Them)

All seems to be theirs in this lonely and decaying world

Sublime and with no crime it's my bidden to go forward and hunting."

       Ash and urn in hand, walk then flee...

       sway and pray, you don't see...

       us coming for we are the key...

       in the ultimate form with no plea.