Diversion

I underestimated the depth of your diversion,
I poke you and prod you, yet you resist the subversion,
I climb on top of you and read your book over your head,
I think you are a zombie, you're neither alive nor dead,
I gnaw on your napes, but they taste as fresh as always,
I flutter your drapes and I run down all your hallways,
I squish your spine and eat your brains,
I guess I must be the zombie,
I am the zombie...