The Living Dead

Has anyone of you ever felt like a dead man? Have you ever known what it must have felt like dying, yet waking up every morning... eating breakfast.... walking down the streets, people thinking that you're a live human being...while you're a dead man? I have....cause I am a dead man. Let me tell you a secret...let me confess to you and yes....please listen to me, cause I just want to be heard, although I am dead. I have been telling everybody that I am dead...no one listens to me. They see this body, they see that it breathes and they won't believe that I am dead. I have tried to convince them that's all this is mechanical...that although my body functions I am dead. Why do they yet try to kill me...they will never succeed... I am no longer alive. Hahahahaha....some lucky fellow has already killed me. And yet these fools will try to stab my breathing corpse! Unlucky fools! Believe me, I tried to tell them...I never wanted to deceive them,hard luck...they won't listen. It's a curious life... this life of a breathing dead man,life of a man with a body and no soul. I breathe, sleep, eat, bathe, talk, walk and perform every function of a live man,not because I feel like doing it.You see, I don't have a mind of my own...I can't think, can't feel. I can only function by instinct. That's what I keep doing day after day.

A beautiful woman loves me. Poor lady...to be loving a dead man! How do I make her understand that I am not alive? Help me friend...tell me a way how I can convince her not to love me...how to convince that woman that she's loving a dead man? She's perhaps my only contact with the living...the only object,thing, person about whom I 'feel' something...feel anything at all! She just clings to me and weeps when I try to make her understand.I can see her beautiful life getting ruined. How can I stop that from happening? Believe me, I tried to push her away when she first put her arms round me. But perhaps I'd become too greedy then. Even though I was dead, the warmth of her breath on my shoulders felt so good, I began to feel as though I am alive. And suddenly felt a throb of life in my breathing corpse. And I found myself twining my arms round her. It felt so good to have her in my arms. Suddenly it reminded me of the time when I was alive and how wonderful it was to be so. I had been too greedy then. Darn me! Now when she just won't loosen her grip, I must tell her that she had been loving a dead man. I must tell her before it's too late. She must live on...shine on... she's my diamond.She deserves more than being with a dead man...only I wish she would realise that!

I am a biological wonder....I should be displayed in circuses, put up in exhibitions, exhibited in museums...I am a walking,breathing corpse. I bet you have never seen anything like me:-) This is something I have been doomed to. To die and then to carry my living corpse all about the place. There is no remedy for this. You all will die someday and your loved ones will weep for you,they will pray for your soul to rest in peace. You will no longer have any tangible existence... you will be considered 'dead' when you have finally died. You are fortunate. No one weeps my death. Why should they? They see me walking about. I see life flowing past me.... I envy the living and I sigh,"If only I wouldn't be killed. If atleast I could die... die a proper death...If only I was living!" Life is beautiful and but it's important to find it's true essence. How many of you have found it?