You grew old and grey, alone in your corner Time passed by so fast, life’s now far behind Every hour is dull, you wither away, day by day With loneliness, time to kill, wounds to heal
Memories are all that remains now, pictures on the wall Sand in your hands, dust in the wind, ghost of what was Children, they are all across the universe, it seems But never here, or almost, mere presence in your head
You spend your days between your bed and the toilet Longing for what you just can’t define You weep or stand still alone with your bones And uncertainty as nightmares unfold
Soon you won’t even remember your name The stories will remain locked inside your brain Nailed to your sickbed understanding nothing Surrounded by strangers, their cold hands on you
They’ll feed and wash you, cold carcass Simply existing, deprived of the sparkle They won’t answer your questions, you won’t ask Who are you? Where am I? Will it end?
And you’ll leave the hospital one bleak morning To be buried in an anonymous graveyard Under a pale tombstone and indifferent sky Forever forgotten in the arms of silence