How did I get here?
Was I driven here?
Did I run here?

I remember certain things
Distant fading images
Some like happy sparks, others like burning pokers.

Was I real then?
Who was I?
Am I real now?

I look around me.
Is any of this real?
Who are the ghosts that haunt my dreams?

Am I numb?
Your tears mean nothing to me.
Neither do mine.

No, no I’m not numb.
I still feel fear.
But that will die as well.

Sometimes the pain is unbearable
The only time I feel no pain…

Is when I’m consumed by it.

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