I sit here staring into the eyes of my soul.
He glares back at me through my reflection on the smoky glass.

He tells me without words my fate,
then I know what must be done.

I turn to leave but for some reason I can't.
I am drawn to look about the hazed room.

Empty faces leaking smoke laugh and cry around me.
I try to get up and run but I can't.

The death of the white clouded prison closes around me until I am engulfed by the fog.
Kicking and screaming will do me no good.

So I decide to succumb to this omnipotent force.
And finally the smoke clears and as I gasp for air,
I see my future,
burning like the small flame from a candle when it gets blown out from the wind.

Darkness covers me like a blanket of hate and death.
Tears flow freely from bagged eyes, then its over.

No more fear.

No more fright.

Leaving nothing, but the cool black night.