day 20; the unlife of a zombie

Brains. Yes, I seek—
I need brains. To
fill my empty one.
I can’t think (therefore
am I?) but I can’t
handle that crisis right now.
So feed me—I need—
brains—brains—
thought—life—
food is only energy
meant to burn in living.
If there’s no living,
what’s the point of eating?
Surviving?
My question still stands.