Dream

Once again all things go black
Once again all things are cold
Once again all things are quiet
For I am dead
No longer living
No longer able to taste the sweetness of wine
No longer able to feel the touch of a women’s skin
No longer do I feel the warmth f the sun of my face
For I am dead, or am I
Or am I just asleep
Then why do I not wake
If I can not wake up then why do I keep my consciousness?
Have I not been good?
Why is this happening to me?
Wait what do I see
It’s a grave
It’s my grave
Wait this is not a dream
I look into the coffin
It’s empty
Can this be right?
I can’t
I can’t be undead can I?
Can I
Why do this to me
Why not leave me to a peaceful slumber
It’s not fair
To bring me back to this horrible world
I don’t deserve this
Or do I?