In a black box lies a mirror,
With a reflection, a blank stare.
Pupils as dark and hollow as obsidian,
Oh, I wish that someone would just care.
Tormented by my own oblivion,
Skin flushed in the tone of crimson,
As the walls start to bleed,
Please be my salvation,
For I am in desperate need.
Its footsteps nearing,
After it consumes a vast, green clearing.
Any sign of vitality is leaving.
Leaving nothing in its wake.
This is the moment that I'm fearing.
All is lost when hope is just an illusion,
When you see its ghostly apparition,
Grinning at you in the distance,
Mocking you with no resistance.
Fading like empty promises.
Under the opaque veil of misery,
Nothing is real. Everything is a lie.