You are no longer asleep, but there's  no way you can be awake.
Being awake doesn't feel like this.
Being alive doesn't feel this cold.
Your eyes are open.
Your heart is beating.
Your blood is pumping.
But there is nothing to see,
There is no drive to your heart.
It's running on fumes of empty hope.
Your blood is intoxicated with lies.
It no longer flows life.
You are the living dead.
Full of organs.
Capable of physical expression.
Dead of purpose, meaningless in intention.
Here is to you,
The living dead.