a corpse come back to life

no poetry, nor rhyme, I haven't a full heart for it, for it is a still, dead heart, because you have shattered it. I have yet to be buried, but must i wait for my time? I'm ready to go now, but patience is 3 steps ahead, as i chase the fleeting thing, the more time goes by, perhaps I'm incapable of understanding during this rehibiltation stage, so I'll chase the clock on the monotone walls of my hospital room. you think you have killed my lovers heart, but my heart; it is still inside. it's pathetic little beats, promptly keep me alive, I'm attached to every device, just to keep me from dying, friends and family by my side, but my soul, she's stays, so I know I have more time. I was ready to love you forever, and you wouldn't have been there if I died.