I forgot everything
I was crawling
Sneaking into a room,
I wanted to see
If i was there
Oh boy, i was baffled
I realised i was me.
What happened to me?
What had happened to me?
Nothing but surely does the stuff.
The stuff had happened
That was it.
The bad, bad addiction.
Shooting, fixing, damaging, destroying;
Nothing happened but the stuff
In happiness or sadness
In celebration or lamentation,
What was i was insignificant
What was significant was what i had
What i had was not what i remembered
What i remembered was i had forgotten.
Into the bleak alley of oblivion
I was facing the literal shitstorm all naked
But what was significant was my realisation
I was me; and i’m me, sans unnecessary pride
I’m me and that is all i’d trade for in this life.