Standing in the darkness. Staring at my face. With hollow eyes and crocked fingers. It's not a pretty sight. Head bent down to ground. Moaning as it goes. I try to close my eyes, but it's piercing face will not be gone. In the corner there's a mirror. the figure waves it's hand. I cross the floor so carefully. silently I stare. There I stand in disbelief as I watch my own reflection. The figure stretches out and holds my hand, and now we're only one. I'm standing in the darkness. Staring at my face. With hollow eyes and crocked fingers. A ghost of who I am.