The Undead

Abiding by the deviance
of the twice of thrice deceased
in dim macabre malevolence is lit
and now rose in blind corrupt deceit
the fallacies alleged from such faint lips
vile enough to coax
a damp tear doused with profound rage
upon sweet Gabriel's marble statue
entombed amid the wooden cage
hushed cries startle the crusted ears of their cadaver
a restless shriek in isolation ignored
muffled faint; flushed in dysphoria and defiance reformed
children born of melanoid skies
mere youth born numb from the very neck down
opaque eyes pretend in occult lust
an idle stare timelessly cloaked in auburn rust
another newly depraved gape
in no plight of slight trust
dead leisure flares in cynical scorn
the undead stride perseveringly forlorn