Where am I?
I've just been wandering around
Dead as a doorknob.
But how am I thinking?
Life's unanswered questions
I suppose.
Or would
that be
Undead life?
Fingers all rotted,
Skin peeling,
you could say
there's not much
left for me
here.
Though,
I suppose
brains aren't bad.
They're the key to memories,
emotions,
those which I
Crave.