Incarcerated by body
Bound in chronology
Mirror after mirror
To show you how you've withered
Pale reflections desperately drawn and torn asunder
Ground in dragging motions
Horrid figure
Lament compounded with seconds passing
Set down by the wayside
Gloom clouds gathering restlessness
Woven webs from thread
That we may aim for nets spun of false gold
Chasing ghastly cackling shadows through corridors of mirrors and smoke
Fear
Vicious circles
Tragedy set in motion
Mind becomes mirror inside a tomb of no light
Unclouded by optimism absurd
And confidence not deserved
Clarity slips from grasp
Taking flight
Never to be quite understood
Is there more to life than a minefield of sarcasm and foolishness
I sense before I became this
Breathing the ashes and retrospect
Sown to the floor
Only dust
Silence does not settle here
Grey static clamor wasting life
A husk to suffocate inside
A tomb to abandon my aborted self
The sun sets painfully slow
Drowning in temporal deeps boiled into our vaporous ghosts
Incinerated