I have no memory

For things I've learned

Or things I have experienced or heard

Neither for people or events

I feel like I have experienced next to nothing

Learning nothing

That I actually know less than the average schoolboy

And what I do know is superficial

Every second question is beyond me

I am incapable of thinking

I can't even tell a story properly

In fact, I can scarcely talk

Now an encouraged obsession

To indulge myself in my own corruption

By presenting an indomitable figure, but that is a puppet

Morally depraved

And the lines I so promptly draw

Turns vague and blurred

Marks and traces left

In the dirt

And on your face

Marks and traces left

In the dirt

And on your face