My mouth is stretched into a parody of a smile
As I look into the mirror
I swallow down the rising bile
Try to make my vision clearer

I wipe the tears off my face
As I contemplate
Which choice would hold more grace?
I try not to deteriorate 

I tell myself it’s okay
You don’t have to worry anymore 
You can lock yourself away
Deep within your core

I try to still my mind 
And look around for the last time
To this place that I will never again find
This enigmatic pantomime 

Finally I close my eyes 
And when they open I’m gone
My real self dies
And my conscious soul is withdrawn