waxless. spineless.

Another oldie. =)

The dawn grows near and the sounds circle together. I drift into an unknown land where I am subject to regret. Nightly haunting become more frequent as if allowing my mind to accept. Accept the world. Accept myself. Accept the past and the present. Instead, I fall accustomed to fear beyond my wildest imagination. The screaming shatters the mirrors of the world and I suddenly become vulnerable once again. As I gaze into my reflection, my body begins to melt. Lost. Forgotten. By myself and the world around me. The wax drips, each droplet counting the days to my return. Endless. Never near enough.