Amongst us they walk Mostly unseen Once in a while you may hear them talk Once in a while they appear in front of you; as if in a dream

These are not friends They are not colleagues Their life on earth came to an end They are walking towards you one thing on their mind; to bring you into their fold and within the depths of their league

They appear ghostly but not just a two dimensional figure They have clothes, hair and skin Their skin has patches missing and is covered in fissures They walk stiffly as rigor mortis has set in

By day they reside in their graves in the ground As midnight strikes you will find them walking around Arms held out in front as they walk towards you Don't lose sight of them as you back away; keep your eyes glued, keep danger at bay

In a dream like state they continue to roam Rampaging streets and destroying homes Dont give them food or water Lock up your sons and daughters

When the sun begins to rise and the light hits their eyes They will return to their graves below ground Another day over they will remain in prose; until the dark descends and once again they rise as an army to fight their foes

Amongst us they walk Mostly unseen Once in a while you may hear them talk Once in a while they appear in front of you; as if in a dream

Around and around the walking dead jog Like a day of zombie ground hog