Someday Never Comes

I am the walking dead.
I feel nothing.
I burn my hands.
I feel nothing.
Steam in my eyes.
I feel nothing.
So tired.
I am hours from a bed.
My legs are numb.
My arms weigh a million pounds each.
I feel nothing.
Nothing.
The only thing keeping me awake at this point is the unholy amounts of caffeine I have ingested.
I AM the walking dead.