Victim of Memory

Bought into all I could see As though it could help me hide Until a witness directed me Into the judge’s dead designs The whispers will come for me Still can’t escape the signs When the victim directs his plea It is I that must then deny Broken and raised in pain Does nothing demand it gone? And now there’s nowhere to put the blame Is there nowhere I can belong? The judge now demands my name As though I am the one that wronged That dying child again As he wrote out his silent songs This jury of disease Planting all I was And what will come from the seed? Another reason to remain lost