3 Graves- by: unknown forgotten

There was three graves
Three men all the same
One lived, one died, and one is coming back again

On the left
Is a dead man
From outside of me
He used to live in my mind
He used to rule my life
But I left him for dead when I left that place

On the right
Is an undead man
From inside of me
A zombie that will never die
He's clawing through his coffin and digging six feet up
About the time I die he'll be set free

In the middle
Is an open grave
An empty hole in which my body will go
This living flesh decaying ever more
Inside myself, outside all at once
Living and dying simultaneoulsy with grace
Joining my past, and living anew
Two lives I've lived
And I've one more living death to go