Dying moments.

So this is what it feels to look in mirror,
and see the devil staring straight into your eyes.
This is what it looks like when
It is you that you have grown to despise.

Your words seep into my mind;
I feel as if I'm cracking in places.
Smoke fills this room and my lungs;
Masking away porcelain faces.

The words flow like water;
Rich & tasteful like blood.
Sins crawling from the cracks,
like worms from the mud.

The hallway in my presence,
is slightly darker than it seems.
With each step I can feel my sleep
being eaten alive by my dreams.

Each door is a different feeling;
A different marking in my life.
A room for mistakes, and
A room made of knifes.

The door at the end of the hallway,
Oozes of Gun power and florescent rays.
The biggest nightmare of my life;
and it's only every passing day.

I've decided that I am done breathing;
I relax and let the fumes take over my mind.
I awake in a daze and know that tonight
when I sleep; I dream, and there is more left to find.