Am I

I think to myself it's only a dream
But God the connection is real that brings me here
What did I do to deserve the place that I'm in
Did I sin?
It's so dark down here I can't see a thing
I'm so stiff, so numb, I can't feel a thing
My legs, my hands, my body's so cold
Am I old?
They laugh at each other and wallow about
In the slime of the depths of forgotten and meaningless rags
Even the quieter voices of the people that heal
Think I'm real
Through shades of depths of minds I hear
The violence of the people that talk without fear
For they know that I've gone and they're glad that I'm not coming back
Am I black?