I am down, in the hollows of this hole again, shame tiptoes her way past me I told her to stay hidden yet she disobeys, as always wrapping her silk hands around my throat, to let me know that, yes, she's still here. I dream of things, in this dark cavity of perfect mirrors, forgotten fears and things I'll never say. I sit among the impossible black waiting for my end to come waiting this human life out. wandering hands do not dare venture in this black of mine human touch is foreign and unwanted yet it is a poison I want more than anything to drink. I feel everything at once in this impossible black it is as though I am dead yet painfully, blissfully, disgustingly alive.