Darkness

The darkness blurs the lines between reality
And
The imagination.
One walks within a dreamscape of their own design
And the smallest beliefs become dogma or truth.

The line between a life well-spent and a discarded life
Rests on the subtle tints and scratches on the glasses.

breathe

There is no demon like the night;

inescapable, all-consuming, yet empty.

 

Not even the mirror will save you,

it's more likely to betray you;

what was that?

 

Who is that?

 

Breathe.