Confirmation of what I thought
Although I breath I'm just like Mort
Walk the earth day after day
A swinging brick keeps my pace
I don't blame others for my decent
I live in Dantes circled hell
I've lost count of which circle I'm in
No longer trying to reason it
The minutes hrs days the weeks
None belong in truth to me
We squeeze as much as we possibly can
Then the clock stops, goodbye my friends
So check and measure those vital signs
Just don't come and ask to ever check mine
Zombies are not the living dead
It's those who live within their heads