who has died?

i cannot see
i cannot hear
i cannot even touch or feel.
i am no more,
but i know what is going on...

they carry me,
on their shoulders,
like rusted pillars,
the dead mass.
only a liability...

the unconcerned band,
moves on.
already having forgotten who they mourn for...

we have turned into a herd,
forgetting that we initially,
are humans...

i have pictured my journey
in those days
of mine,
when flowers lose thier hue
and birds sing no more...

when the sun and the moon
have all lost interest in you,
i have experienced it surrealistically...

when my hair have turned grey
and nobody has noticed.
when the mornings haven't felt new
but only repeated
i have felt...

my last journey
a thoughtless procession
marching only because its a compulsion
and then i smile...

at the whole world,
at its impotency.
because it is the one
who has died,
and i the lone pillar
am carrying it...