I have a vison one day, and it was not one for my dreams.
It was something vile, but it felt so true.
Nothing was clear, yet I thought that I could see everything.
For a second, I thought it was me.
It could not be, I am me, at least that is what I think.
The mirror seems clear at first, but now it is dirty.
I can longer see, my eyes are blurred, and my soul is turning.
What is happening, could this be what I think it is?
I am losing me; I am no longer who I want to be.
My soul is leaving, and I am not chasing it.
Is this the end of me?
Will this be how I go?
I honest do not no.
I used to want to smile every day, then they turned into tears.
Now I have no tears left to cry.
My time is running out and I do not feel like chasing the clock.
I think I should just let it run out.