I Could Be Dead, For I Do Not Feel...

I could be dead, for I do not feel… Life around, —it seems unreal! I do exist, with eyes in observation: Scenes displayed in acts duration; Either expressed with sense of comedy, To me, no difference; as well, as tragedy. I preserve existence to its basic needs: Survival—, which with my essence feeds! And day by day, I am dying more—more Than already dead: —to be no more! Living numb in my own slavery, My final death welcome—an end to misery! O, no! —I do not wish it! —do I? — I cannot leave with just a sigh! Hope concealed is beneath the veil: For how could I have lived my life in vain? I have Control and Human Pride: Ridiculous it is…although, —My Life!