who am I?
it is a question i ask in vain
amidst all the terror my life has brought
i find time to inquire.

who am I?
the answer never comes
through all the screams
i look up at the sky and askk.

who am I?
my name never mattered
instead i was given a number
tatooed on my arm in burning ink.

who am I?
in order to stay sane i speak
to myself or others
and together we try to remember.

who am I?
i do not think i will ever know
and i stare at the black doorway in front of me
with the smokestack up above.