25 January 2013
I stand before this reflection
Of messy auburn hair,
Tired eyes dilating.
Sirens wail inside my equilibrium,
White ink with a mixed color of black
Crawling to the center
And my skin starts to melt in a tremble.
I stand alone in this reflection
And watch the world for
Just one second
Before I know nothing.
The Passing.1 • Opuss № I