when i first oped my eyes 2 C

the 1st things disappear, little by little:
i decay, food is gone
going the hope, nothing to do
i make rope
ropes of hope...
it's been seven days...

i try to remember something
talk to the rats
pretend they are cats,
i like hats...
i am not going crazy, i just
seem to cry
like a river
a stream, a lost cloud...

they look mean,
they rape my soul,
my heart sails out
a broken dream...

i am a rat
a cat
a snot
a brat...

i keep on thinking
there's something wrong
i just don't know where...