They lay lilies at my feet
And drape on me a funeral garb
While I cry,
"I'm still alive!"
The whisper,
"But you're dead inside."

I found this quote on one of the web-sites, the name of which I don't remember (yes, I know I have a terrible memory). Anyway, if it was your web-site or you know who the poem actually belongs to, please E-mail me.