Wandering aimlessly I am but a zombie

I am you, you are me.

Not together, not free.

Nor different, nor unique.

We gather to feast.

Dead flesh in thy teeth.

Are you looking at me ...

Am i really what you’re fearing...

No, you find me appealing.

I am what you envy.

But you’re not remembering,

I am you, you are me.

Not together, not free.  

Nor different, nor unique.

I am but a zombie.

So along we tread, we the undead dead inside or at least in our minds.