Nobody at all

I am a dreaming person. You'll find me sleepwalking the fields of Asphodel. I'm muttering stories and memories and fictions under my breath, And there's no waking thought in my gaze. I was drip-fed the waters of the Lethe, Through the screaming of my childhood, Through the numbness of my youth, Through the anger of my adulthood. Now I can't remember anything at all. Just fragments I murmur to the wind.