A Nightmare Zone

Everything I touch, turns into stone Leaving behind shadows, overshone Facing the mirror, laughing at a clone In denial, voices muffled into drone Hatred in my eyes, scowling begone Decreasing circles, spiral into a cone Supine on the floor, I’m facing prone Blood on my hands, stabbing alone My own admission, does not condone Apology was rejected, I cannot atone Keep ringing, but there’s no dial tone Waiting for an alibi, I sit by the phone By David Kavanagh