toilet paper and zombies

The lonely little bathroom With its sink, shower and toilet"Who else is there?" you ask The most important one of all That cotton or cashmere toilet paper In 1-ply or 2-ply Hell, even 3-ply There as a service to your bum Wiping the joys Of last nights dinner awayOr of that extra junk food you ate Always there for youThrough thick and thin

Lazy infatuation compoundingwith a shattering need for whatwas once mine.I think that insanity has finallytaken a toll on me, wouldn'tyou agree?Don't get me wrong now, thetaste of your flesh makes mymouth water.But in due time, you will benaught but a memory, andI will remain.A tasteless minion, slave tosimple desire that no onebut I can hold.Alas, as my body lay rottingamong the field of things lost,I crave you.A simple need, you must cometo understand, a simple needto exist.

feel like ive just been buried alivelike someone has taken me out of this worldand then drug me back into it kicking and screamingwhen i walk im like a zombieno life and no concerns just therebut no one seems to carethey dont seem to care im like a skeleton with lifei feel nothing and care for everythingand no one seems to care that most nights i cry myself to sleepand i try to be satisfied with what i have but all i can do is scream to the top of my lungs why mebut no one hears me why cant they see all the pain in my eyeswhy is it not cares when i cryi just want someone to be there when im aloneto make me feel at home and welcomebut instead i continue to walk around alone dead inside screaming for helppraying for someone to end my life and return me to my grave that day wont come soon enough