zombie
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.
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