I am running out of words
I am running out of emotions
It don't feel anymore
It don't make me cry anymore.

I walk straight after each whip of yours
I walk dead calm after each abuse of yours
It don't feels insulting; your abuses
It don't feel breaking; your taunts.

The Carcass is not rotting
The Carcass is not healing
It even laughs attimes
It even reacts attimes.

Am scared not about You
Not about myself either
But the walking dead
That you have made of me.