A Dream of Life

Unable to speak
To the rest of the world
Muted in silence
Invisible to the eye
I don't exist

Mourn over me and dream about
what I would be doing
cry your eyes out
cry at my funeral
I'm trapped in that house
And I will watch you live
I can almost touch you
but I've been dead too long
A wanderlust spirit
Trapped in eternity
Waking each morning
In hopes of a dream
but it's too real
I'm too dead
what is this pain
that I lack
what is this pleasure
that I forgot
You're my only tie
to life itself
and so I awaken
Disorientated but alive
and the dream fades away
but the pulse does too
and I remember
I never really existed
and it was all just a dream