Deep within him
His mind soon wove
A treacherous place,
Where only fear would go.
A place so distant,
Yet so very near.
One seen with his ears,
With his eyes to hear.
A place where anything
And nothing can be.
A place of emptiness.
One of misery.
In a time that his heart
Had long since turned cold,
In a time that his body
Has rusted from gold,
He has only his nightmares
To keep him warm.
Though time after time
They will taunt, and scorn.
When he speaks, his words
Are so brittle and frail.
His eyes are so hollow.
His face, long and pale.
He is someone
Whom I have only seen
Standing in my mirror,
Looking back at me.
 
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