Dwindling

These days, i avoid the mirror... Shunning my reflection, as a hunched Gollum Ducks his head from the sun’s incendiary stare – I do not want to see… Do not want the mirror’s truth, Etched in the hollows of my cheeks, In the death’s head darkness that dwells in my morbid eyes My demise lurks in the mirror, Watching, biding his sweet time And the child that I was is just a memory I chase, desperately Through dream-dappled meadows, In a haven that no longer exists… My life has dwindled, Shrunk to the point of light on the head of a pin, i survive on mere seconds of borrowed time, Snatched moments here and there, Handfuls of dust trickling through my fingers Into the greedy belly of the hourglass… It is all just a half-hearted dance macabre waltzed on a floor of shadows Lies and truth are demon partners at my shoulder And love is Eurydice flitting in my wake from the depths of Hell, She calls my name but if I turn to look, Even to savor a final incandescent tryst of souls – I will burn to ashes and die