I push that voice aside that gut feeling who's warning me not to do that not to be your crutch but I am scared not of you or what you can do; but of what I will do when I am alone truly alone with my thoughts. Will I hate what I am? What I have become? I do your every bidding I don't listen to my loved ones I am your slave I am your zombie. You laugh at me you put your feet on me, and I still love you I am not my own person I live for you and yours. I am a zombie I look alive I look like I am breathing but really I am dead inside really my soul is gasping for breath my spirit is crying for it is being dragged where it shouldn't be it is going there against its will. Each time I am in your company each time I do your will my soul , my spirit they get weaker and you get stronger, but yet I give up everything for you. I know this isn't right I know my spirit feels loss but I don't care because I am a zombie.
