Reflections the devil
Pupils lit a flame
It's hot inside my head
Fire covers my brain

Trap set inside time
Illusions of repetition
Nothing is moving
But the need of ammunition

Brittle skin
Sheds underneath
Arm stays still
As I move to reach

Validity
And morbidity
Antsy
And feeling faint

Curiously
It fulfills me
To keep  
Going on this way