Every single day,
I try to **** and ****
The loneliness and pain,
So much that I stand
Upon the piled up corpses
Of the daily sufferings
That I have murdered.

They have stretched
Into an endless ocean
Of rotting bodies;
Bodies that I do not
Even recognize anymore;
The waves of faces
That I have forgotten,
And the waves of faces
That have forgotten me.

I would always see
The murky reflection of memories
That can never be found anymore,
Lost in the ripple
Of my silenced screams within.

I am a puppet, acting out this life
but I am dead
there is only a painted smile, empty eyes
I am bleeding, tearing at the seams
poorly stitched, falling apart
I am made of rotted flesh
a husk, a corpse
a carcass dangling by old wires
pulled by unseen hands
I am broken, but the show must go on