I wasn’t bitten,
But I turned.
I wasn’t scratched,
But I changed.
Not my skin was gnawed at,
Yet my head came dead.
Still, I walk
In paces not seen as mine.
I still run
To places not willed by me.
I still long for things,
Far beyond my reach.
I am attracted still,
By a force big but lesser than I.
I am now so gone, that I am Tawdry,
I am, Now, The Undead.
But, if the sapped bones,
Could in less of time,
Take to life, and fleshed;
Then, I already fleshed
Can come to Life.
I will! I will come on up,
To the Life so far out.
For that is where I thrive,
In Life. In The Living.


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