the hopes I had lie in a well
so deep no one can reach it
also inside there are secrets I'll never tell
they show the real me: a misfit
buried under the sea are
my few naive dreams
of them I have a vague memoir,
I silenced their muffled screams
hung on a tree I see
the remnants of the past me
the nothing that I was
destroyed by the claws
of destiny
after all these kills
almost nothing was left
just a carcass of fake thrills
obtained after another theft
Am I here or
have I already disappeared?
