#deadvesil

I am dead. Not undead, but certainly animated dead. I am not a ghost, a spirit, a zombie, nor a vampire. I am a corpse, but I am not rotting nor mummified. My body is growing and changing, but it is broken and dead. In my current state, I do not fit the definition of what it means to be alive, but I am sapient. I am an embodiment of death, but not Death themself (they are my cousin and the Grim Reaper is their twin).

I was born alive into a half human body. I needed to die to fully develop. I died too soon and too violently. Then my very essence was destroyed in a second death, but I was brought back to a state of animated dead. I reject any human identity. I have never felt human. I do not hold any belief that the vessel I reside within in this world is dead. This vessel is most certainly alive. Rather, I speak of the body I recognize as my own back in my own world. That body in undeniably and indisputably dead. That body is mine.