Rotting and forgotten, I look about the place I reside, my gaze simply falling upon yet more failures to deride.
How did I get here? How did I come to this place? Filled with faces of those I believed to know, faces of those I thought I had grown to care for, to let inside my soul?
Yet, so little did I know. I gave my self an image, of what I wanted, what I thought them to be, in my selfish soul, in my self absorbed whole, I cared for what I thought them to be, making them more than they ever were alone.
So here, in this hall of mirrors, I look upon my face with disgust, and distrust, my lies now alone, simple ashes and dust as I live in this place made of mirrors. This place inside my soul that none will ever know…
Now I realize the truth, I have only ever been alone, and I won’t let another soul in, into this life of delusions and lies…
For it is mine, and I am cursed, to see what I want and not what is there, indeed to be banished here.
It is only fair.