I suppose you could call this immortality

It seems a a strange
and harsh price to pay
For I can never wither away

I cannot hug, kiss nor touch
I cannot feel the air, the wind or
the warmth of the sun
Even the feel of your gentle breath is asking too much

Even though you chest still rises and falls
mine wont budge, so I cannot draw a single breath
Because it was taken away by the dark
cold claws of death

All I can do is stay
and wait for you to visit
The same time, day by day

Because you see
As you wither and grow old
I stay young, but my body is in the ground
dead and cold

Worst of all, you cannot see
feel or even sense me
If there is a hell, I am here
Or at least, that is how it use to be
But now I have found the light
and I am free

I suppose you could call this immortality