...It's hard to forget...I have to forget...I forget....I'm forgotten...
By all the reflections,
Poured all over the flesh,
And the dark light,
Reflected in inner mirrors of the soul,
Entering the pupil of the inner eye,
I horrify myself.
Gazing,
The question burns,
“Am I Lost?”
Every morning, I wake up to a nightmare worse than the previous. That's how the days pass by. That's how I get closer to the very end. That's the story of my fall, our fall.