During work I think of you
At home I think of you
Maybe if I shoot my brains out
I would stop wondering about you
Oh yes! To be a zombie
Undead walking on earth
Never thinking, never minding
Just walking and feeling hungry
But even if my brain gets frozen
It’s not the ***** that thinks improperly
This tiny red muscle with intricate branches
Pumps and thinks too much
Just **** my heart with any weapon
For if it ceases to beat then it stops
To think about the brain which flashes
Images of you to me
God! It's been 3 years that I've written this but the feeling is still the same.