The hypocritical thoughts that I experience daily eat away at my mind like a vulture to a corpse of a drifted spirit.
The unidentified body I examine as the transportation of my soul creeps into the coldness of the shadows to not be ridiculed by the minds of the warmth.
I continue to hide myself in order to avoid embarrassment... In my reflection.
I seek only comfort in my imagination of the "world i know" or use to.
Yet my soul lies in the coldness of the shadows of the hypocritical thoughts that I'm used to.