i feel the decay
i look so pristine
i can't describe the grime
i call my 'feelings'
i'm heavy all the time
a cloud of burden
and with hopeful eyes
i gaze at the window
my body and bones is aching for sun
my cold empty heart
is aching for love
whatever you give me
is just not enough
i'm a modern zombie
in a healthy mold
tears pulse through me
just like blood
i mean nothing
no one reaches out
i breathe, and move,
yet i still doubt
that i am alive
being alive is a feeling
and it's foreign to me now
ever since i got bitten by a dracula
i'm rotting inside, a black hive
and wasps in my dreams
when life is a dangerous virtual reality
i get lost in my dreams

they take so long to become real