You stand in front of a mirror,
reflecting your pale face and foggy thoughts.
And the reflection is so simple that it's terrifying.
Your complexion is pallid,
your eyes misted over.
The reflection in the mirror is chilling,
but you know without a doubt that it is yourself that you see.
You look into your eyes and watch as the brightness fades.
You walk into the mirror,
the bright yellow sun blinding your sight.
You've walked on these cobblestones hundreds of times before,
and for once they darken the world around you.
You keep walking.
Each step you take is shakier than the last,
and the cobblestones seem to crack.
You slowly place your feet on them.
One by one, they give way to your emotions.
And then you are running--
faster than you ever have, faster than you ever will;
and you are racing against time,
against the inevitable.
But you grow tired of running away, and you come to a stop.
Maybe if you stay there and pretend you don't exist,
if you freeze yourself in time...
Your mind comes to a standstill
and the cobblestones underneath you give way.
Your lungs seize up,
and you fall.
The world evaporates around you, and you're left to your mind.
You cry out, expecting the inevitable impact, /enough to torture, not enough to kill/
But it's like everything's disappeared.
Your mind comes to a halt, and your heart stops in time.
All you can feel is the numbness, playing like a song with morphine.
There is a sudden stillness, a lightness in your bones
and you are empty.
And yet
