I, exist between me and myself,
in an ever deepening void.
Whatever angle life is dealt,
of emotions, it seems devoid.

In an ever deepening void,
I realize, I'm slipping away.
Of emotions, it seems devoid.
Yet, so comforting, I think I'll stay.

I realize I'm slipping away,
as I gaze at myself in the mirror.
Yet, so comforting, I think I'll stay.
I am my own souls bearer.

As I gaze at myself in the mirror,
I see what lies beyond my own eyes.
I am my own souls bearer.
How could I not have realized?

I see, what lies beyond my own eyes,
whatever angle life is dealt.
I am my own souls bearer,
I exist, between me and myself.