What do you know of death?
No more than me, surely
I was a child when I looked Death in the eye,
And snarled 'not today'
I know what it is to live in spite
I live in spite of Gods and Men
I was made a corpse, but I survived
I know what it is to live, when you should be dead
I know what it is to live, when you dream of death
I live in spite of myself
I am your reanimated
I am your zombie love
I know what it is to lose faith
And yet battle on, battle-strong
There have always been voices
Calling me to the void;
My own is the loudest of all
I was born a ghost
With haunted eyes
It will take more than poisoned words, my love
You cannot break a broken heart
It will take more than what you are to break me.