Riddle #7

I realize it’s been a long time since I’ve posted riddles, so I figured I would write a couple so you knew I was at least alive. College sort of sucks the creativity out of me, mostly because I lose all the time necessary to imagine and think. Anyways, here is a riddle to solve. I’ll post the answer in the following post’s comments.

Others help me to my feet,
After I’ve been fast asleep;
Dreaming of the life I lead:
A hollow, empty, awful dream.

Against my will my movements creep
Across the floor, in dungeons deep.
I raise my hand; I want to weep,
Because my life is yours to keep.

Like spider-webs that stick to me
And make me live inside this scene,
So do you force my begging plea:
Let me go, and so, be free.