Zombie Ball

When you start out towards the sun and dust and cobwebs settle upon your path; you find yourself closer to death. Your house haunted with stepping stones of cautious recovery. Wake to discover your are walking in repetition; retracing steps with hands bracing concrete walls. You approach destiny from another dimension. 10 feet under. We bend and twist around reality to continue toward the life we are meant to lead. Our outer appearance ages in time, gets soiled in the mistakes we've made. The face shots leave us scared, flesh wounds we hide under garments. The flesh around the heart dies slowly, desperately conscious of the blood that once pumped life through our viens. The limp we carry drags body parts from our youth that no longer follow the passions of our broken hearts.
Peal back the layers of age and experience....and rise. On this night, the clouds part under the light of the moon; emerge from the weight of the earth to let our souls shine in the light of immortality.