Pale gaunt face, cold vacant glare.
Haggard and drawn, withstanding the test of time.
Silent in anguish, it's decaying soul.
Perplexing my perception of its former self.
Abyssal eyes, a stained grin, with writhing flesh and seething lips.
Yet within its esoteric corrosion, resemblance is made.
Beyond the glass was not a spirit but my own entity.
All their eyes stare back, deep red shifts to black.
Embraced by their clawing grasp.
Absorb, consume, devour consciousness.
Bereft, bereaved, betrayed and deceived.
Hallucinations victimised my sight.
All hope is gone, sentience lost.
I await the equinox, will this withered season end?
Light illuminates the room and I emerge into the suns warmth and ascend from the frozen tomb.
Now winter has passed and my mind is clear.
I rise from the depths and look towards the sky.