Zombie
Misery never evaded me, it's like my shadow relentless in following me, where can I
go to escape this insidious silouette - a shadow which taunts me. How could I
escape faith that is destined to be, an outcast with wretched existense, an existence
which tolerates me. To escape, to expire, I chose not to be, still alive because death
refused me. How do I live nor can I die, to roam the earth until death remembers me.
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