My eyes were dying down.
My body growing heavier.
Something about this felt bound.
Something about this felt,
deadlier.
The feeling of fear and guilt arose
in a fit of adrenaline.
As the man in black stood staring down
at me in dark linen.
No face or expression.
I shook in fear in confusion.
What is it?
My suppression, my depression?
I stopped asking, because he wasn\'t answering.
He only watched me deeply in desperation.
In hopes that I\'d start remembering.
My eyes couldn\'t bare the strain,
looking at him looking at me.
I stopped looking, letting go-
and back to sleep.
The feeling of emptiness left me
as If on cue.
Leaving me clueless and broken.
Since I\'ve woken I haven\'t seen you.
But I\'ll remember you man in black,
even the words unspoken.