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Alive, but dying on the inside

Disease spreads through your veins

No blood pressure, no pulse

You will be dead in minutes

Everything you relied in

Has now gone, and failed you

That what you once hated

You will now become.

Once the prey

Soon the hunter

Nothing's in you

But the intent to kill.

You'll soon be the walking dead.

Their blood is on your lips

Deny yourself no more

You'll become what you hated

A walking corpse.

Your will was strong

But your flesh grew weak.

You've giving up on your faith

You've given in to temptation

And during this time

The dead prevailed.

You feel it taking over

You lost your will to live

Should you let it take over?

Or but a bullet through your head?

Alive, but dying

The pain of hunger drives you

Your fates in hand.