27 June 2012
The mirror, It's reflective face taunts me as, I glare into the unforgiving depths.
The hand, Caresses the un-crafted scars, Remanence of past and future.
The tear, Cascades over the lies and hatred, Calving the familiar path. Unchanged.
The self-destruction remains. Concealed by my facade.
Facade • Opuss № I