Heart in my throat, choking on my own words.
No amount of fear capable of freeing me from the truth.
I need it, I want it, I have to have it.
It’s breaking me down to an atomic level.
Just once, would you indulge me?
This simple dead man walking among  the living?

The apocalypse starts with me, the zombie uneager to stray from slumber.
The way the sun hits against my eyes is nothing compared to your smile.
At least that can get me out of bed in the morning.

You’re gone now, aren’t you?
Left by my lonesome, a stray dog who bit his own leash off.
Thinking freedom lied in solitude, rather than your arms.
On command, I would attack, sink my fangs in to our enemies.
And I bit the hand that fed me.
As did you.
What’s become of us?
Why did we drift away?
Was it fate driving us, or was one of us steering the other over the edge?

In every beginning, there is an end.
The end of us catered to the beginning of this newfound misery.
Were you ever even real to begin with?
A fever dream, fabricated from my desperation?
If so, why?
Why must this hollow heart cave in with the walls of the nightmare?

Or maybe,
It’s me..