Misplaced

Corpse misplaced amongst the living,
Heart beat stopped but mind still beating.
Standing along side in his perfect disguise,
They think he still cares, they think he's alive.
He doesn't know cold, he doesn't feel heat,
Just empty hunger, like the ground at his feet.
Just a corpse misplaced amongst the living,
Chest torn open, not a drop of blood  bleeding.
Passing for human, just barely,
Waiting for his obituary.
Corpse misplaced amongst the living,
Heart beat stopped, mind still beating.