The Walking Dead

Have you ever seen the movie "The Crow"?
Did you revel in the reaping of what they did sow?

What might happen in a similar situation
Where a young boy abused, lost and forsaken

Dies inside and buries the pain deep
The corpse of his youth sent down into sleep

The clown makeup comes on, just as before
To hide the rotting and festering sores

But nothing he does can keep it locked away
This little demon wants to come out and play

It wants revenge and it wants it now
To "spread the love" oh boy and how!

This Crow doesn't kill, doesn't maim or stab
It's almost like he was made in a lab

Self-flagellation relived through memory
Justifies the cause of unending misery

Distilled anger and concentrated pain
A rage that is endless as the Seattle rain

While certain barbs and thorns arise from his exterior
His rotting flesh is still labeled "inferior"

When then one day the bird comes to visit
His namesake, his guide, this animal exquisite

A feeling of peace, of comfort, of grace
Soon takes away and begins to replace
The anger and pain from the paint on his face.

Though still dead in the eyes of his peers
He has a knowledge to protect him from sneers

An awareness of something larger than his pain
A purpose that might just erase the stain

And so he tries to clear to his head
This smiling, rotting, walking undead.