When the darkness
Hits your face just right,
And I cannot quite see
All the scars that you've created.
But all feeling inside your eyes has abated.
You remind me of me, sometimes.
Because you're not who you used to be,
But inside you're nothing like me.
You've become nothing but a state of mind.
Something that will pass, in time.
Are you finally seeing the end of this dream?
You are the death of yourself, it seems.