The undead

In the middle of a black night
When everyone was asleep.
I heard something,
That made my heart skip a beat.

There's someone beside me,
Screaming by himself.
But i remember,
I was the only one here
By myself.

Then who was that or
What was that anyway?
Was that only the wind
Making its way on the clay?

I tried to move a little
But it was too dark and tight.
I thought, there was someone,
I knew that I was right.

Then i heard a sudden creak,
It was the wall.
A fist broke through it
with the shape of a ball.

It caught my hand and
It was all blood and flesh.
That hand smelled nice,
It looked pure and fresh.

I bit a chunk of meat,
A meal after an year.
He screamed and told him,
"There's none to help you my dear.

You're six feet under ground, alas!
Your family thought you were dead.
They buried you with us, soon
you'll join the horde of the undead."