Endless night, as though an owl
A glimmer of light
Over black silhouettes
Walking among chairs
With much torn clothes
Signs of old dreams
Restless in the mind
To wake is to die
Among mirrors so bright
Not true to themselves
Hours pile on, and the weight of the image
Takes its toll
As many fall down
Exhausted not gone
Reflections of smoke
The dawn now returns
To once again struggle
Break down and be
Alone in the dark
Let the guard fall
Dark is what is real
Or so is the choice
To remain hidden among
Smokeless mirrors