A gentle repose

Like a corpse, I lie still and silent. Sadly, this is only in my dreams. In reality I lay awake, restless, wondering, hoping, screaming out for a break in this diseased madness we call life. I need a reason to hope again, a reason to dream again, a reason to breath again. Bring me back from the dead, so I may once again walk among the living, so I may grow and learn and dream of a life not broken. A life not shattered by the still-bleeding lacerations on my wounded and dying body. A life not torn apart by fear and uncertainty, by a morbid lust for the release of red pooling on my skin. Save me from myself, for I fear I cannot continue on my own. This man was not meant to be, this soul was not created for a life such as this. Revive me before I decompose further. I am lost, but if only you would find me there could still be a way out. I am dead, but your tears could return life to this carcass. I am nothing, but your love could create something from this void. I know not who you are, but I am waiting.