What haunts me is this place,
Stealing my conscience,
My memories,
Until I am
Nothing.

I have seen
What being lost can do.
They become shadows,
Singing and
Talking and
Dancing and
Holding on.
But eventually everyone loses,
No matter how hard they try.
For they are lost,
And those lost so deep in the shadows
Cannot be found.
The question is no longer
Who am I?
But
What have I become?
We have become empty,
Only shadows left
Where there was once
A soul.