My Dream

I have slashes and scars,
I can't see the stars,
cotton patches on my eyes,
I am weak and about to die.

Slashes are on my hands and feet,
I fall down to the street,
I can see the dark,
with all the marks.

I am to weak,
people think I'm a freak,
I just lay there,
feeling so bare.

I can't go on,
I'm just a pawn,
in this game,
with no name.

I see my past,
I have gone at last,
I have been marked,
and hurled into the dark.