It came some time a few weeks back
(Or months, or years)
And I lay dying inside my mind
Doomed to die, and not to live
Embraced the doom, and I was gone
Although I left a message to point the way
The way, along which I had gone
They must have found it soon enough

The voices and the lights broke my crystalline slumber
With dogs, torches and foreign hands
They rifled through my hopes and dreams
And kept them as evidence of treachery
Their uniforms rustled in silence, broken

As the hallways of my mind were cleared, occupied, and left under guard,
I wept, as they dragged me bodily into the light, and forced me back to life