Awake from the living dead of numbness.
Transformed into a zombie
An ordinary satellite character
Once a few phone calls away from popcorn celebrity
Nowadays too laid back to stand erect
Death, darkness, and rain hardly matter
Irregular silences not just another Victorian myth
Workout? No, unless you consider hot dog stands
Then one day, he was enlightened
A sense of comfort entered the screen inside his eyes
The zombie drew blood, then a tear
Later, a smile appeared
Face possessing color
Outside encouragement sprung this leak
Thankfully, the zombie is in grave condition
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