Zombie

I never felt alive.
I always felt dead inside.

Scared.
Frightened.
Petrified.
Mortified.

Choking. There's no air in this thik damp darkness. But how does choking feel like? I don't feel any different.
I'm not breathing.

I scream. There's no sound coming from my lips. No one is going to help me out of here.
I claw my way up desperately, decay biting at me. I feel the soil, moss and maggots slump and slither into my mouth; I can't feel anything but their disgusting touch.  
I feel like I'm more dead than every other day.

I claw and kick and scream, my body feeling so heavy, distorted and decayed. I feel so darn dead.
The soil overhead collapses onto my face. why am I not choking? I claw at it, my arms weary, my insides on fire, eaten up from within. I feel a breeze at the tips of my fingers, still seeing nothing but the soil. I pull myself upwards.
So weak.
Four years of going to gym and at the moment of truth I feel so weak, so hollow, force forsaking me.

I drag myself up, clawing my way. I finally find something to hold onto- in this case a tree, and lean against it. The stench of decay is sickening.
This stench is far worse than that dead goat in the crevice.
I feel like I'm gonna loose a meal. I grasp at my stomach.

Oh. My. God.
My hand passes right through, until I feel my. God. Dear God. I feel my spine.
Bony spine with floppy flesh stuck to it.
I wobble forward. A cloud finally moves forward, moonlight spilling over the stones.
Gravestones.
Why am I even here?

Like in a crappy cliche, I look at my hands.
Bare bones stuck together with sleek grime made of my decayed, dead flesh and skin.
I start clawing at my body. My chest is also full or rot- my insides...
My face. My face is also a gruesome mixture of decomposition, puss, moss, a freaking maggot inside what's left of my cheek.
Am I dead?

I remember nothing. Nothing but a foggy image of... Who are they? Do they matter to me?
I may not have a heart, but it feels right.
All I have left now is this feeling.
Mute. Decaying. Decomposing. Deaf. Maimed.

Undead.