i do not remember my name.
who i was, or from where i came
lost at sea
a sea of other forgetfuls
grey,
numb,
devoid of light
lifelessly ambiguous
yet black and white
listlessly wandering
to nowhere, from nothing
life has not been easier,
i have only felt more numb
and feel nothing but pain
therefore feel nothing
humidity or tears?
the ink streaks of red are streaks of blood
both have become worthless;
its value inflated;
i no longer come up to breathe
i don't care where we go when we die,
as long as its away
somewhere warm, somewhere lovely,
somewhere with the light of day
yet here i lay every night
dreaming of the dream
dreams wild
dreams stupid
dreams that will never come true
those dreams have chained me
and now i am here
prisoner of my own dreams
who is to save me?
the less i wrote the less i was myself
