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The Transition From Living to Walking Dead

When pain ills, it begins to kill

My brain is dying, I feel trapped in the hills

I begin to realize that I'm paralyzed

I can't move a muscle, a foot, a toe

It's affecting my brain, my mind seems to be running slow

I start clawing from the inside, fighting to survive, trying not to die

My skin stretches and burns but I can't tear through

I'm trapped deep inside and I can't figure out what to do

I can't tell what is the truth

It's settled now, the thirst has arrived and it's real

It is true, and my fate, my fate is sealed

My skin is ice cold, my eyes palest of blue

It's feasting time, on people, people like you.

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