In Memoriam To Me

In memoriam to me, I feel dead inside. My fires are out, though still a boy, I'm done inside. "What happened to you?" I have no answer to give, just dead inside. Isn't that strange? My hands aren't clean, I see the dirt in them. I see collision residue, I feel faint inside. Gave those years in idle pursuit, is it? Nothing to show, not even a glow. "Roll me the tape." I whispered "There is no tape to roll." "How come?" "Nothing to show!" "But, there must be something." "There is nothing." "But..." "The actor died, the villain died too." "When?" "Before the movie was made."