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Reflections lie
What is this ticking inside of me,
a heart that beats lesser than time?
I feel as though I have departed
into the halls of my own death,
life is but an echo
of footsteps behind my back.
Am I too fat on life,
this trimming of me
was to rid all but death?
I look into my own reflection
and see the fullness of years
laughing back, as if I was a joke,
yet I am a mere skeleton
of what I once was.
Is it an anorexic mind
trying to shed my own flesh
and spread me into ashless dust?
I was catholic, once
but parted to become something else,
is it that part of me, undernourished,
that feels the rest of me should starve?
Has something died and left me
only to masquerade as a life?
What is this ticking inside of me,
a heart that beats lesser than time?
I was Catholic, once, long ago,
now I am a shadow of life,
I fear, I too shall die alone.
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