Walk alone

I walk through this life, surrounded by people but some how feel alone. I wear this awkward fitting mask. Given to me at birth. Bonded to my flesh with the power of hope. Hiding the ugly truth beneath, from the judgement of others. Blending in, pretending to be joyous with life like all the other sad souls. All of us aimlessly, wondering around lost, In our borrowed skin suits. when alone. I stare into the cold depths of my glass reflection. Searching for some meaning to it all. Using fear, I slowly remove the mask. Revealing. The true image of self. The abyss of death has become my reality. It reaches in and takes hold of me. Its darkness, Pulling at my soul. Telling me to let go of the light. I fight for hope. But the strength I have, is failing me. I finally give in to its will. Now Punished, for Committing the ultimate sin. I shall roam the universe for eternity. Alone, searching for my chance at redemption.