Dead

I'm dead. I'm in an empty room, cold and shirtless. I have the strange feeling that someone(something?) is watching me. Behind me or in front of me are eyes piercing my existence.
Knowing.
I'm being judged in a room full of none of my peers and I can't see past the walls.
Open space.
Eternity knows that this is all contrived, not unlike the potato famine or the souls lost in the Chicago fire.
Feeling.
I don't feel anything. To that, there is a feeling of emptiness.
I can't keep up with the pace of my longing.
Feeding my addiction of human connection.
Dead space, there is nothing between us. I am dead, you are dead, we are not connected.