In Remembrance of Me

The world spins around
And like it
He makes no sound
He cannot sit
He cannot stand
His legs are battered
Just like sand

His memories
Come back to him
"They came for me," says he
But it couldn't have been them
The friends
The loved ones
It all blends

His life
A waste he figures
Thousands in strife
Loosing arms, loosing fingers

When he falls down
He looks so sleepy
And he makes not a sound
For the rest of eternity