The Waking Dead (Halloween Poem)

Still Alive, its DAY 5 of my 13 Halloween themed poems. Today's edition is titled "The Waking Dead" (not to be confused with the popular comic/TV show called The Walking Dead, as my poem doesn't have the letter L in it). Its about a survivor trying to understand the zombie epidemic they've found themselves in.
Enjoy!

Don't forget to check out my previous Halloween poems. You can find DAY 1 here, DAY 2 here, DAY 3 here, and DAY 4 here.

THE WAKING DEAD

The dead, they have risen?

Yes, escaping from hell's prison.

The dead, so they have a soul?

No, nothing about them is made whole.

The dead, why do they kill?

No one knows, except their damned will.

The dead, can they be stopped?

Yes, but the act will leave you shocked.

 The dead, do they move so slow?

Yes, but their strength in numbers grow.

The dead, do they always groan?

Yes, its the typical song for these rotting drones.

The dead, can they be persuaded?

No, any signs of life have faded.

The dead, do they have other senses?

No one cares, they just work on their high fences.

The dead, are they patient?

Yes, except when eating the flesh they rent.

The dead, are they strong?

No, but their reach is long.

The dead, do they bite?

Yes, with all of their might.

The dead, will they yield?

No, unless this curse is magically healed.

The dead, will they follow?

Yes, there is no rest for the unhallowed.

The dead, aren't they brainless?

Yes, but to what end is anyone's guess.

The dead, is there any loyalty?

No, not really, though some act as family.

The dead, can they feel?

No, that's part of the unholy deal.

The dead, was it the fact of my brother?

Yes, as well as father, sister and mother.

The dead, could they recognise me?

 No, but your best bet was to flee.

The dead, should I have killed them?

Yes, its the only way to save the condemned.

The dead, will the mark they give go away?

No, it will stay with you everyday.

The dead, will I become?

Yes, we are all destined to be as the decaying scum.

But the dead, they live again?

Yes, true, but they don't belong to the world of men.

The dead, can we coexist?

No, no matter how much you insist.

The dead, they've caused my thoughts to blur?

Yes, you've been taken by the fever.

The dead, is it quick when they turn?

Yes, standing watch is how we learn.

The dead, will they invite me in?

Yes, but this is a game you can't win.

The dead, do they give you a choice?

No, they don't even give you a voice.

The dead, are they painless?

Yes, they feel nothing, I confess.

So, the dead, are they better off?

Yes, I suppose but many will scoff.

The dead, they're another stage in life?

No, but the disease that takes hold is rife.

The dead, they're not so sure?

No, they won't be, they're not so pure.

The dead, they'll make me believe?

No, they have you deceived.

The dead, they've poisoned my mind?

Yes, your rationality has declined.

The dead, will I make unspeakable acts?

Yes, you'll seek out flesh, that's a fact.

The dead, will they allow me to escape?

No, their evil is sure to take shape.

The dead, can they give me hope?

No, by now, you're at the end of your rope.

The dead, they make me sleep?

Yes, for the longest time, too deep.

The dead, they cause me to blackout?

Yes, you're past the threshold, there's no doubt.

  The dead, is it too late?

Yes, they've sealed your fate.

The dead, their illness has spread?

Yes, you're now one of the waking dead.