Why Won't the Dead Sleep?

I sleep in sadness;

Or else sadness weeps

Weary and diffident,

Around the world, entangled

In morose grey deeps.

Sad in your gladness,

That I can't participate;

In torpors I circumnavigate

The whirling ocean, gravitate-

Would wish that I could burn.

Wish, to feel anything at all:

That love had me in thrall,

Or hatred made a mess 

Of my well ordered senses;

Life: this just is.

Bite me or kiss me,

Wake me up; enlist me,

My dreams grown fainter than a wisp

Nearly drowned in status quo,

When all I wanted, to flame or glow.

There's no time

As life grows taller 

Than a winter shadow,

And strangles your words:

Where did glad go?

I chase myself around a corner,

Find no one's waiting there,

For no one to grasp hold;

There's a vacancy inside me

It's colder than cold.

Hell's a moderate place, at best

Everyone's happy and soooo well-fed;

Watching endless hours, of a tv show:

Please set me on fire-

Don't kill me slow.