I’m woken,
I’m awake,
I see all things for what they truly are,
Lies that I once thought were true,
Now present themselves in a new light,
I’m a new way,
Erasing parts of myself,
Erasing things I thought were mine,
This place,
Their faces,
My happiness,
Replacing it all with a bitter fact,
A twisted smile that’s cut into her pale face,
Her empty eyes with their endless stare,
Her words more like riddles than sentences,
These things,
These facts,
Her words,
Are something I’ve seen, heard and felt before,
It’s coming,
As is my end…
