Writing in Snow

I Wish I Were Alive Again

I shumble under the midnight sky,
Attempting to articulate why,
I search for the brains of my next meal,
Rather then, just give up and truly die.

Sometimes I wonder if my undeath is real,
Is this a nightmare brought on by eating veal?
I want to live again!
I want to watch dawn while eating hot oatmeal.

Becoming a Zombie was not part of my plan,
I enjoyed waking up at dawn when the day begin,
I did not like the darkness of night,
Because that was the time, I expected danger to happen.

Now I must hunt without the sunlight,
Stalking my neighbors as they run from me in fright,
Feeding on the living that prowl the night,
Knowing that only the moon is bright.

Line count: 16
Form: Quatrain, a 4-line poem with a specific rhyme scheme. Some examples of quatrains follow:
#1) abab
#2) abba -- envelope rhyme
#3) aabb
#4) aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dddd -- chain rhyme