Putrid, rotting, bloated faces
Floating in the bog
Here and there and everywhere
...
Sitting, thinking
Here at the edge of
This world so dark
...
I found today
A land so strange
One of people
...
Mirror image
A reflection
Or is it
A twisted fantasy
...
I only wish to know
That the beating of my heart
Is not alone in the world
...
Where once I did dwell
I return now
The old memories washed away
...