Somewhere
I remember
all that I lost,
all that was taken
from my fractured
soul.

Here
I only feel
the darkness,
the hunger
lurking over my
conscience.

Everywhere
I can taste
the shadows,
caught between
gnashing, eager
teeth.

Still
I hear the music
gently and painfully,
what I was
and what I will yet
become.

Inside
my heart beats
oil and grease,
the endless cycle
of a raw and ******
consumption.

Who was I
when I turned away?
Who was I
when I lost control?
Who was I
when I broke the mirror?

Who was I
when you devoured me?