All a part of past goodbye's, now rotting flesh that soon will rise.

A hunger grows to get away, hidden fears inside you play.

You think of death, the walking dead. Hear voices deep inside your head.

You feel as though you can not run. Your speeds a trap, a loaded gun.

Your fear now brings upon the worst, panic held makes you burst.

You fall upon the cold wet grass. You soon too, will be the past.

You glance down quick towards your feet,

To see what stopped your quick retreat.

Your eye's bulge out from what you see. Your chin drops to your chest.

A scream builds deep inside your lungs. The dead no longer rest.

You try to pull your leg aside. It will not budge, you cannot hide.

You hear a snap, a gurgling moan. Your leg gets free, your not alone.

Rotten flesh all around, dripping death climbs from the ground.

You cannot run, encased by death. You stand up tall . . . . .

A FINAL BREATH!

Close your eye's, imagine with me

Your arms are locked your death is to be

The drums are beating ever so slow

The crowd is humble, the noises grow

"Do it, do it" you hear from the crowd

A tear comes out, your fear is so loud

The drums speed up your breathing stops

A silence begins reality hops

Departure comes with the halt of the drums

A whistle in the air

The blade comes down you hear one sound

Your soul is in despair

But that's not all when your head does fall

The crowd will cheer with joy

Your life is lost for just one cost

So the king can use his toy

A crisp shiny blade sparkling in the light

Held from a string brings justice, oh