I'm a breathing corpse.
Not the zombie kind.
The alive kind.
Alive on the outside,dead on the inside.
So dead, I'm rotting away.
Only a tiny soul with big dreams.
Only wishes and promises
Empty,void promises.
Nothing else but pain and void.
I'm alive yet I'm dead.
Hiding it behind girl talk and laughter.
Dead, shrill laughter.
But the real me is dead.
Dead with a soul.
That's the only thing alive in me.
My soul.
I can't feel anything.
Love,fear,anger,hatred,comfort...
I'm dead to it all...
All gone....
I'm now the walking dead.
