Argies

Today I woke up in a very strange prison,
I hear no screamming, I smell nothing, I’m paralized
and I can hardly see.
There was no judgement, I don’t remember when I arrived.
And now I sit down and think about my past,
I don’t feel my skin.

An eternal and cruel panishment.
In this uncertain darkness.

I don’t want to assume my death.
It seems that I’m just conscience
from which I cannot scape.
I have died, so what? I left many things undone.
I don’t need to pretend I’ll survive no more.

My death, hard death.
I don’t deal with madness anymore.
I’m drawning now with no doubts.

Normally, It would be said this was all a dream,
but nothing seems recognizable anymore.