Dead Like Me

Last night I met up with my soul on a cold dark road
Fed up of me many many years ago
Any idea what it is to be dead like me?
Do you think you'd be able to feel warmth & love when dead?
This morning I cut out my heart
Held it in my hands, wasn't functioning to well anyway
My body is decimated by disease & gloom
So hopeless, so tired, so lifeless
The ghosts I use to see don't scare me anymore
I'm one of them
My soul again departed on that cold dark road