Reflected

I ceased to exist in the light hiding in plain sight I am a ghost wrapped in a sheet I just might

What was once the soft hands of a child molded now into the mad mind of a man wild

Unchained happiness gives way to and uncharted sadness I am now my own I am madness

I stare blank into the mirror no longer reflected I am a mere atom with millions of pieces detected

Sound asleep with my eyes wide shut the alarm clock ticks away 1...2...3 guess I'll just get up

Blistered hands I dig my own grave. Eternally tortured this pain. Once and always a slave.