Wisdom forgotten in the bowels of hell,
Sinister demise of what was mine,
Stolen by a false idol,
A mirror image distorted by my own imagination,
My hand now feels the glass as it layers before me,
Cutting off what was,
Replacing my life with one I had created,
My everything rewritten,
My life turned into the strokes of a pen,
And the beast,
The beast I birthed into this imaginary world now hungers behind me,
For I smell its putrid breath as it wafts over me….