What the **** am I?

Yeah, I do understand those in delight

For dark myths there awakes at night

To be mighty and evil at the same time

Is a reputation to keep them fine

But then this guy came who said he was king

And said he would save us all under his wing

But when the prize for his actions wasen't the crown

He got mad and randomly knocked me down

Now underground in a humble grave

I don't know what to do or how to behave

Am I dead, or perhaps I'm a vampire now

Am I suppose to dig my way up somehow?

Or am I a zombie with no brain?

Walking clueless around with no strain

Eating human feelings so they die inside

So horrible that everyone scream and hide

What I feel now is like a little flame

Under a ton ice where I cant complain

How can I live when my life wont start?

Well, since I've no brain I must follow my heart