goodnight.

the nighttime is when my thoughts get heavy

and the mirrors only make it worse

i no longer have any desire to set my feet on the cold, hard floor

to use my basic motor skills

or to be simple and content with life

because every time i close my heavy eyes

my mind decides it's time to die inside

my worst nightmares play like reruns on a channel i cannot change

so i believe they've come to life

and they have, they're sitting in front of me, right here

all my demons birth my fears

and the mirrors always tell the truth

the looking glass spies within

they're crawling out from under my skin

seeping through my pores with enough grace

to fool me into thinking that i will soon be okay

they're bleeding through my eyes

each tear carefully placed

reminding me that i am not yet hollow

but i should suffer as i am drained

they're gruesome and they're deadly

they are violent and alive

they suffocate me

and they imitate me

they have been lying to your face

making you believe i am balanced

while my insides are screaming that i am not safe

but you cannot see them in the daylight when they are dormant in my head

they come alive in the nighttime

when i am dying in my bed.