Dead.

i don't know if anybody's out there to hear me
but i do know that everybody in the world is a zombie
walking around, seeking cranial nutrition aimlessly
the guy who seems to sleep on the other bed is a discrepancy
he looks human but his face is full of zombie traits
blank and lacking thought when he acts awake
little does he know that late-late at night, i don't sleep, i wait
he'll arise in his dream state with eyes searching for life to take
knowing that i've been there waiting, remaining awake
preparing for the moment that my life he will take
but i won't go out that quick i won't let his presence stick
i'll stay awake until the morning arrives
once it does i'll sleep through class knowing the zombies won't try
to walk into my room and suck my brain out through my eye
and the morning star awakes and i become a new being
revolving around the thoughts and actions of sleeping
i snore and at dusk i'll rise
waiting again for the zombies to try

~Overwhelming fear of zombies. overwhelming co-dependancy.

Love,
Digress' panel of insecurity and hysteria.