Picking at my pinky picking at my thumbs

The flesh tears and bit by bit I fall apart

No more than usual

I walk around numbed 

The loosely attached smile sways back and forth ready to fall at any second

To run, to rest, to wrythe

With only one on my mind I move

Eyes low blood red

Beating, shaking, stirring

Her smile takes it all

Burdens, bricks, boulders

But that's not quite right

a zombie is nothing without its corpse

Healing, loving, lying 

No more peeling

No more tearing

No more tears

Just be normal like they want

They're looking law

They're Waiting law

They're talking law

But they aren't law, and they never will be

Waiting, watching, whispering