shadowy figures flowing forth from mirrors,
and not a hope or light to slow them,
while heads with features undefined,
attempt to grasp my shattered mind,
and searching through the depths of knowing;
speed the grip that holds me growing;
my self so wanting is controlling,
i seem to be a beacon glowing,
a signal light so ever loathing,
and they get closer, never showing;
feeling crawlings always knowing
as new things exist forthgoing.
darkness brooding never slowing