The Room Before Death

You seem to perceive only black and white
Roaming the room inquisitively
The plywood creaks below your cold feet
Satisfying the day of dark loneliness

Your soul scratches its own corruption
Tingling your body with a little more fear
The heart inside you skips another beat
The room is prolonging your untimely death

The window reveals a forsaken yard
Hovering over them are clouds without breath
A mangled chair sits in the forgotten corner
Where many have perished in its resting place

A mirror uncovers your deadly reflection
Staggering towards it, your body grows numb
A face so violent for the psyche to take
Reverence and uncertainty have reached a peak

You press your thumb on the sacred glass
It shatters amongst the floor from your toxic touch
The truth is disguised, but between your eyes
You sit in the chair to think another second...

~Lidless Eye