Life After Being A Zombie

the sun never shines
at the island of the lunatics
you can walk, you can dream
there's no words, there's no pain...
talking of the dead
no mercy for the bad
choked from burdon
of trust - someone
"life after being a zombie"
isn't fine
"life after being a zombie"
it occurs to me
and left lonely as the lonely ones:
the unromantic, careless, immorbide,
day dream pioneers
and builders of bridges
over blooded water
they don't ask for mercy
don't have to and don't care,
the careless
don't pay for means and meaning...
and the rest:
is paying back! for their breed
have mercy! with the knights at the
temples of the lunatics,
thinkers and meaners,
whose souls you hear
in the dark and in the hopes
at the island of the lunatics-there lie
thousands of swears
and thousands of hopes