The Death of Memories

In a storm full of ghosts, I am held.
In the land of the living, I am dead.
For who am I without memories?
An unknown wanderer in a foreign place.
Even among ghosts, I am an outcast.
My thoughts are never mine.
And my mind is forever broken.
What can I do in the face of this?
The Death of Memories.

Digital painting and mixed media.