Lost XXIV


My eyes, sink deep, they weep yet tears do not flow
My lips, full, cracked and pale yet do not curl
My tongue, lifeless, numb yet screams fill my head
My heart, beating, living yet sinking ever lower
My breath, fills, exhales yet the stench of pain is vile
My belly, flutters, stirs empty yet craves nothing
My reflection, a vision, resembles yet always lost
this, is man in the mirror I see, My Me

Ax