Looking in the mirror,
I see the empty eyes.
With a hint of madness,
that I tend to despise.

If you were to look inside,     of this hollow shell.
You would see the things,
that I know all too well.

Lying at the bottom,
of the empty soul.
is the damage wreaked,
by demons out of control.

Moving on in spite,
of the mortal wound.
Not able to belive,
it will be ending soon.

Pushing past the point,
of anything that is sane.
Knowing only it loves you,
calling out your name.

One more breath,one more step.
I continue on.
only then I'll stop,
when all hope is gone.