Withdrawal
I look in the mirror objectively
It haunts
Haunts the soul and respects NOT my dignity
It comes close
But it drives me further away
In vino veritas, they say the truth can drive you sane.
Maybe just
Maybe
We are not alone when we look in the mirror
Our shadows split infinitely, multiplied horror of
Past
Withdrawal kind of fits neatly into my plan
It kills
Kills the need for any attention and respects my dignity
It is far away
But it is getting closer
Requiescate in pace.
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011
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