And so...

And so,as I lay,I wonder where am I?

Where does memory take me?

Whose room is this,and bed I lay in?

Remains of cobweb are hanging around me.

The soft layer of dust covers old carpet,there's no traces...

I've been here a long time,I can already feel weight of stale air,It feel's like you're asking me something,without saying a single word...

My mind is poisoned...and time contains the remedy.

I keep asking myself is it a dream or a memory?

The End

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