Zombie
Without a heart I am but a corpse Amoung bleeding humans Cold to the touch unfeeling and solitary I'm an observer through these dead eyes I am a casual viewer of this life If I still had a heart warm blood pulsing through my veins would I have feeling Not alive yet not dead an undead a zombie starving for warmth a warmth that won't penetrate my cold skin
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