Poetry for the Dead

Limbs gone numb
The remnants of torture
Mere memories in my core

Fleeting images
On lonely pale nights
Whisper to me
Strange and forgotten

Am I present or departed?
Exhaustion leaves me unaware

Truths are unwelcome
Desirable distracted pain
Illusions from one's sadistic mind

Fleeting images
On lonely pale nights
Whisper to me
Strange and forgotten