all the jewels of past days, collected

forty two hours, i think
have passed
my mind, it's gone
it is "clean"
cold and antiseptic
pine scented
a moral policy in these
immoral times
these words are hollow
and lack meaning
they are written by an
inhuman hand
their drugs are quick
i have lost control
only basic memories, father
i have to hold on
they cover my eyes, mother
with a gauze, blood soaked
this is the revolution
i had just fallen in love
a goddess bathed in light
her scent, sweet and pure
her eyes, the color of...
her eyes the color of...
of what!
why did they take this from me?
i search my limited memories, mother
it takes no time
i am "clean", father
all the jewels of past days, collected
have been destroyed
i think her eyes were brown...

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