Torturem
Who? Who are you?
For when sweetest of memories
Vanished down and due
What? What is this?
This selfishness unexplained
Wrongs in the achievement of bliss.
Where? Where am I?
With the grime and dirt
That covers my body right before my eyes.
When? When did this happen?
While cities and children frolick with light
And I lay so still, forgotten.
How? How could this be?
Unknowing, wandering, listening
All this, in a lucid-like ghost of a dream.
Why? Why?
Why do I have to see?
The living, the living that no longer cares for me.
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