Alive in a grave

I sit in a diamond studded grave
it has glass-paned windows, which never open.

Zombie Duracell Bunny

I feel as alive as a sliced cucumber
I wanna 'feel' again
but I'm numb, cold
like a body at the bottom of the lake.

My heart beats, but my blood carries no emotion
I need a charge.
Drill a hole through my chest
wire it up
and send a charge of 11000 volts directly into my heart.

It vapourises my blood into red mist
leaves my heart shrivelled and smouldering
like an overcooked slice of bacon

I am the Zombie Duracell Bunny
till when will the charge last?

Cut the chord

A stranger in a crowd of strangers
Oh! how I wish,
I could fly.

I bury the knife deeper
inching it in, slowly,
enjoying the sight of blood
twisting, wrenching,tearing
muscle, tissue, cartilage,
I cut the red wire,
darkness.