Lost Souls?

The world seems so colourless, I'm numb feel no pain,
Stumbling around this deserted town,
Life, I do feign.

Darkness surrounds me,
I acknowledge no-one,
I scream to myself wishing this hadn't begun.

Constant hunger eats away at my core,
The shame of what I am doesn't knaw at me anymore.

A house, with a light, offers some possible relief,
Dragging myself to the door with this crazy belief.

There could be people! Real people! Tucked up inside!
Instead, I walk in, to where they used to reside.

The hunger yells at me and it resounds through the halls,
As I wander around clutching hold of the walls.

My wounds; they were dripping, now a blackish bloody mess,
The colour has been drained from me, I'm not living, this is much less.

Something shiny catches my eye from the side,
I do not have the comprehension to hide.

It glimmers and shows my reflection to me,
My soul now departed would recoil to see,
My eyes drooped all saggy and my face greyish blue, my teeth decaying quickly, I don't quite look like you.

A sound! Upstairs! The lips curl up tight,
The hunger drives me forward, though I fight with all my might.

A child crying, I can't hold back anymore,
I'm salivating as my stump bangs on the door.

"Don't do it!!" I bellow, to the hunger in my head!
"They're innocent, just children, they're not ready to be dead!"

My mouth does little more than let out a groan, the door opens wide,
The child is alone.

I shamefully stay silent, lock myself away, as the hunger that took over me feasts through the day.

We are not lost souls, merely trapped inside,
Of the hunger that infected us,
the zombie in which we reside.