Here I Am

Stir, shudder, jerk awake.

I cannot be found.
I cannot be found and here I am.
I have been termed mistake.
But that's all in the past and here I am.
Here I am.
I cannot be found.

And nothing fell apart whilst I had slept!
Though sorrow into signals softly crept,
And I found that I could sleep no more.
Here I am.
Here I am.
I cannot be found.

There's no one left to find.
Nobody left, shadows lift,
The constructs only linger in my mind.
Here I am,
here I am.
My heart and soul a rift.

I had no voice,
I had no voice,
and for a time I did rejoice.
I was for the taking,
the world was for the shaking,
and nothing wasn't a result of choice.

Here I am,
Here I am.
I have found my voice.
And yet it rusts,
orange-red in the moonlight,
spilling out
for ears long since closed
wrong in repose
but right for shaking shadows I don't trust.

I have seen such things, whilst I slumbered.
Whilst my fleshy body softly lumbered
About the business of presumption
Without the cleansing touch of gumption,
and thus it all decayed.
I was borne away.
Perhaps I assumed that everybody went this way.

But still I linger.
In the places that are at once familiar,
and echoes.

and though your eyes may never fall this way again,
(though they rove through cybernetic halls)
and I am not in danger of the hunt,
I feel a need to buttress up with lies.
I know that we expected me to fall,
I know that we expected life to call,
I-
I-
I...don't know what I expected at all.

I live here, with the shadow of who you were.