So Vaguely Clear

I remember… It was an awful oppressing day, The clouds were dim and the air was frosty… I couldn't stop myself, I ran to my room and died. Tears were streaming down my face as Niagara falls in mid-summer. As I looked into the mirror I could only see, glistening scarlet eyes and a crooked smile staring straight at me. Daring me, like a child's game, to face the knife behind my back I closed my eyes and a masquerade of death appeared I entered through the bloody mist and a wave of terror fell upon me. A peaceful but tormenting rhythm began to play, Its sinister sound stabbed each mask that twirled by Some masks were devilish and ghostly others were scarred and damaged But all were unique and held the beholders deepest fear These masks were shields, hiding the eyes from disgust and failure Making sure to safely conceal their most gruesome side To no surprise, I was one of them, I was no different I-wore a mask hiding the slicing pain that cut me from the inside out I was a broken soul forced to play a game of life And this everlasting impression of pain and terror devoured me As I no longer heard the sound of music or could see the death destined masks dance by The bloodthirsty mist slowly disappeared and the mask that once identified me as-- broken had vanished I steadily awaken from what felt like an eternity of lifelessness I found myself sprawled out on the floor in my room I began to rise, like a zombie from its grave. One limb after another. I noticed a sharp pain in my foot as I look down there were silver shards scattered around me Terrified I glanced up and saw the cold-blooded knife stabbed into the mirror I could no longer see my swollen eyes or warped smile And the deep scars that were once full of pain and terror, began to heal Finally, I was free from the awful game of life and no world was left upon my shoulders But to this day I still fear that death is holding me in his tight godly grip Never willing to go