Questions
This broken dream,
Is lost amid these scattered memories.
Always shifting,
Never resting.
This nightmare,
Continues forever on.
Blood pools at my feet.
When did it get there?
This sword in my hand,
Where did it come from?
These bodies around me,
Why aren't they moving?
This death in the air,
When did it get so strong?
This adrenaline rushing my veins,
How does it manage to feel so good?
So many missing pieces,
How come I don't remember?
This broken dream,
These scattered memories,
Will there ever be any answers?
