Not Dead (Yet not fully alive)

Looking at the clock,

The messanger of time,

Watching as it steadily ticks,

Each tick louder than the last.

Laying in bed,

Not tired,

But overwhelmed,

By pain and agony,

Which although everyone faces,

Envolopes me in a coffin of saddness.

The days go by,

And still I lay there,

Until finally the dark sheet,

Wraps tightly around my eyes,

My senses dull,

And I lay still,

For my time has come.

Yet altough,

My heart is dead,

And the final bell,

Has chimmed,

I am not dead,

Yet not fully alive.

I walk around,

A shadow of my former self,

Which drifts from place to place,

As I hold my head down in shame.

As I walk,

I remember,

A happier time and place,

Which although so close,

Seems so distant,

And so far away.

I used to be happy,

Without a care,

For I was with a beautiful girl,

No, an angel from above.

She had eyes,

Which sparkled and shined,

Oh their beauty was so divine,

They brightend up,

My darkest of days,

And warmed up,

Those cold lonely nights,

With their everlasting spark.

But alas Fate,

The cruel mistress of time,

Had other plans,

And so here I am,

Not dead,

And yet not fully alive.

But don't worry about me,

For although my bell has chimmed,

I am not dead,

Yet I am not fully alive.