Give me this life again.

I wandered around alone in the crowd,
The faces were there but no one recognised me,
As if my pain has turned me into a ghost,
All i could feel was my blood flowing free...
I cried,"Can anyone help me?"
and their reply screamed through,
"We cannot help ourselves,how can we help you?
Can't you see we are already dead?
Our dreams sold to the past?
Cos we prefer to be safe and numb
Instead of taking risks and left aghast...
You thought of yourself as a dreamer,
And you seemed to be proud of it,
Now see what you have become,
As you are dying bit by bit..
.See us..
how comfortable we living dead are,
Oblivious of pain,feelings and ecstasy,
Living our life in governed motions,
And our eyes shut down to anything we dont want to see,
Your wound is deep but there is still time for you,
Stop dreaming and face the reality,
We don't need romantic fools out here,
Who make us see things which are not meant to be
The door is open for you
The cure is lying out there
Come and become like us
You will be contended we swear...."
I closed my eyes and went back in time
And cherished all those memories when i felt alive
As i laid down my head in the bleeding earth
I prayed to God,give me this life again....