Thoughts that keep running through my mind.
I feel as though my head is splitting
tearing into pieces of a mental state
that I can't recover from, imprisoned
within the darkness, consumed a
whole, but never a part of myself is
forgotten for the mirror reminds me
of the empty reflection, a soul that
cannot forget it's scars
death is but an embracing cold truth that we
refuse to accept, in the end all you have is
yourself, but you can only take followers so far,
so we must all walk the long walk alone one day