Under This Heat Poem by Naveed Akram

This heat, this heat is penetrating the joints and meat
Of my corpse, later to have risen for some blind life ahead of me.
I am forgotten by most, resurrection is no crime,
Follies abound inside my soul, that readily is devoured
Like a zombie has fright, so much fright that it angers.
Vampires shall arrive for the fights, of a lifetime,
Answerable to God, for the religion is wrong, and you are wrong,
Forgetting me as I speak, launching a party of the crudeness
One asks for in the middle of the night, the night of hatred.
My corpse collapses halfway between life and death,
The death is not sudden, and the life is not exact,
Instead the ruination is within me, I am of the Undead!