I shattered all the mirrors fearfully hoping
they won't be able to remember my face.
Darkest of all lights
most greedy to embrace
surrounded by demons
so breathing in life...
Between the tides the time seems endlessly
the force of habit or
whatever pulled me back into a well-known pain.
What use is the knowledge of my progressions
when the old world is gone
without new insight, with my new found life
I am hopeless again...