It's me, but I'm disfigured
I'm no longer that bright shiny chap
A wispy emaciated reclusive spectre
That's fallen through the cracks
Maybe you can tell
The faint painted smile
A vestige of the artifice
The once indispensable guile
But I'm corroded, both inside and out
This is how I look now
A collage of smoky squiggles
Concealing a furrowed brow
I was a shadow when I was alive
I'm the same way now
The dioramas have reconfigured
And so has the slippery "now"
Time has stopped for me
I no longer participate in its passage
The world doesn't move at all now
Sticky pain of impotent rage
In my broken reality
Harsh shadows, pencil thin
Jagged edges, deceiving ladders
Roads that go nowhere bend in
I've murdered me, my soul is dead
Truth too harsh to confide
The hollow stares from empty sockets
Are wistfully torn inside
I cannot tell how I loved life
At times a romantic spell
I cannot tell what dreams I chased
Before the forlorn bell
But now I'm dead
I guess there's no going back
I'll haunt eternity till the end of time
Darkness drips on my neck
A black spider spins its black web
The threads are made of dark
Trembling in the middle is my guilt
My skin's now a hideous bark
I can't feel my skin when I touch
I sit in this omniscient gloom
The hollow empty soulless echoes
Portend the all pervading doom
There's no escape
The walls are caving in
I can't move, paralyzed
Quietly I give in
And drown in the silence of stopped time
I wonder how the non-existence will be
Perhaps a rebirth, I see an orange blob
A fire extinguish what was once me
