The word

Corpse

Means death

But what about

A living corpse

Would that be

Then classified

As the undead

4 walls

A bed

Furniture

Floor

Ceiling

Color

Hardly a coffin

Yet I sleep

When I can't

Night turns into night

All is dark

Daylight has passed

Me by

Without so much

As a ripple

As the seasons change

Darkness envelopes

More hours and minutes

And it is all that I see

I seek comfort in it

Feeling like a

Living corpse

Far from the

Thriving world

In a dark

Place of suspended animation

Where staying in a cozy bed

Seems ideal

24/7

Close the eyes

Once the hyperactive brain

Shuts off

Away from the reality

That doesn't exist

Into dreams of things

That could be

Would be

Should be

Floating in dreamscape

Safe

Illness free

Wish there was a way

To untangle self

From this

Living corpse state

Breathe

Life

Energy

Happiness

Health

Into me

So alive

Would truly mean

Just that