The Walking Dead

I'm starting to feel a little funny inside, my stomach in knots, 
don't know how nor why. My stomach feels so funny I even cry. 
It's as if my soul were trying to escape my body. Why? Why is the 
question I sometimes ask myself. Why does this have to be so? 
Why did she have to let me go? So once more I roam the grounds of 
the earth alone. But this time it is different than others, for now 
I wander with a broken heart. One that is shattered in so many pieces 
it can no longer hold blood to bleed, send feelings to my now fading 
soul. Can no longer pump adrenalin to my body to live. Now I live 
in darkness. Like an unrested soul. Like the walking dead I search, 
search for something that is no longer there. So now where, where 
am I supposed to go, with no heart to give me direction. No eyes to see where the roads lead me. So I keep wandering, wondering what card my so called life will deal me. As I wait and walk aimlessly 
I feel my soul escaping my body and mind. Once the soul is gone all 
I'll have is a body that can no longer function, a heart that cannot 
feel and a mind that cannot think. For I am lost, just like my soul. 
Lost in the wilderness like a little child wanting to find home. The 
Walking dead is what I am and I shall forever walk dead until 
I live no more . . .