Watching pallid nightmares

Running circles 'round my sanity,

Dusted white with soft ash

Falling skywards from your mind.

Shards of betrayal

Rain heavily on my tortured soul;

I'd break a thousand mirrors

Just to kill your reflection.

Flawless like the morning star

Yet stretched and twisted

As a sapling in high wind,

It haunts my daydreams

And preys upon my free will,

Driving me to the only gate:

Guarded by the shadowed scythe

And left open for my escape.