I am taken at night
In the twilight hours before I sleep.
A breath of death
Whispering to me what I dare not hear.

I am an empty shell;
My personality is a mask over nothingness
Cracks everywhere;
And I left hoping that they do not show.

I could have done better--
Things could have gone my way
Had I only tried harder--
Instead of taking the easy way out.

I haven't done anything but deceive:
Even what is real is actually fake.
Empty accomplishments
Built on a bed of lies.

Each of these things and more I am told
My mind reeling with despair.
In the morning these thoughts will be gone.
Their effects will remain.