For those who's hearts know no boundries

Why cant i feel my legs,
why cant i seal the unsaid,
maybe because im of the undead,
I quell and quiver and then i beg,
for my life,
i attempt to make strife,
then i went ahead
and leapt
through time through to the bed of sorrow to were i eventually slept,
although not without a few tears that would be undoubtedly and uncountably wept
all over my face, and my head
wouldn't go without being too heavy as i crept
into my own heart and sang myself to dreams like a musical being played as a guitar fret