A Tale From The Grave Poem by Daya Nandan

'How am i here', were the last words he asked,
He who cried in fear wishing my face was unmasked,
And now the floor is blanketed with his fresh blood so red,
Five bodies in a house and all of them dead,

Why is my face pale and why are these hands cold,
How did all this happen and what is this story untold?
It started on a starry night, hidden evil under the moonlit sky,
9 planned to kill me, they planned to watch me die,

Silently i was stalked through the night,
With their guns and blades they would use to fight,
And as i turned towards the sounds i could hear,
I saw these devils but i had no fear,

They attacked me with swords,3 in my path,
I brought them swiftly to a silent death,
As i slit the third man's throat, a shot was fired at me,
But his shotgun missed as he could barely see,

And then i disarmed him and broke his neck,
And soon after i was shot at my unguarded back,
I was bleeding with pain, my vision fading without a doubt,
More shots were fired, the blood loss made me blackout,

I heard the sounds of digging, they would burry me for sure,
I would lose everything today, all those that i held dear,
I awoke in blackness as i heard the chanting of a spell,
The wounds became painless as i dug out of this underground hell,

I awoke from my tomb to find graves all around,
I realized i had climbed out from 6 feet underground,
And there was a hooded man there who spoke in a language i somehow knew,
I never heard such a language, but i now knew what i have to do,

So i searched the country for these men who were vividly pictured in my mind,
My thirst for their blood was unstoppable, that made their location easy to find,
They were in a mansion on a hill, they had my diamonds and cars,
And this day would be the day i slaughter them under these illuminating stars,

I snuck into the mansion, climbed up there with my skills,
Bare handedly choked the first man, the beginning of my kills,
I creeped to the next room and suffocated the next with a pillow,
I felt no guilt, no remorse, no pity, My soul felt empty and hollow,

I killed the third man as he was reading a book,
And slit the forth man's throat before he could look,
The fifth man was now aware from their fatal screams,
The bodies he found made him realise that these weren't his dreams,

He had now found me, he was shooting in panic and fear,
The six foot tall man now felt that his end was near,
I disarmed the man and slashed off his leg,
He cried in pain as he did pitifully beg,

As he begged he snuck out a gun and shot my chest,
And asked me a question before i killed him like the rest,
I felt no pain, the blood that flowed out of me was not bright red,
I realized now that i had no pulse, i knew now that i was dead

And yet i am somehow able to move and see,
I could not shake off the thought that death has now befallen upon me,
The calendar in their house indicated that the year was 2018,
And here i thought it was a month since i was buried in January 2013,

My body is still mysteriously preserved, it doesn't rot,
The wounds had healed, but my mind had not,
I never saw the hooded stranger at the grave ever again,
And i live on this plane of existence without any fear or pain,

Though i am disturbed by this secret i now hide,
The fact that i seem to be moving though i am dead inside,
And now i am an aimless corpse wandering around,
A corpse that dug his way out from 6 feet underground,

As i looked at the cold bodies that lay on the floor,
With blood stained everywhere including the living room door,
I now realized the true fact behind the reality i face,
That i am a zombie with my soul chained to this horrid place.