No Faithful Finish Line -Warm Bodies Inspired 1st

Death ate my life but can't digest my soul My existence is in a constant state In a marathon with primeval goal No faithful finish line to me awaits. I'm a work of art- debris of old life Past is fog; present is never ending Future is surrendering desired hype A tasteless joke of not knowing a thing. Pieces that made who I was were shattered Like awesome dream of someone wide awake Finding although I don't seek I'm battered With angst of wanting feelings I can't make. Give me a name, name my identity I'm way too tired of immortality.